More than anything in the world I want you to see me.
Can you see me?
Do you see my effort to get noticed?
Can you see my dance, my song, my heart?
I long to be noticed, to be accepted, to be understood, to be nurtured, cared for as a mother cares for a child.
I am longing, hungry, empty, aching, searching, invisible.
See me but don’t see me, the tango of twisted evil, a divine yet cursed dance.
Even the writing is edited for the sake of invisibility for fear of scoffing.
When have you felt invisible? Write without stopping about a time you felt most invisible.