Invisible; Alone

A bit of poetry today.  There have been many moments through the course of my lifetime that I’ve experienced the feeling of being alone in a crowded room.  Maybe you can relate.

Invisible. Alone.

Watching from the outside.

Looking through a keyhole.

Conversations happening, but you’re not a part.

Looking from the outside

heart sinking down.

Standing alone you think,

“Look busy so no one will know.”

The depth of the pain,

while others connect.

You look around.

Where’s the bathroom?

The coffee?

The phone?

If you look busy, maybe no one will know.

Walking out of the room

no one notices when you’re gone.

And the tears can flow.

Invisible. Alone.

 

1 Comment

  • Andrew Budek-Schmeisser

    07/25/2017 at 12:23 am Reply

    Love the poem, Christy.

    I always felt invisible and alone, but for me it was a good thing, a tactical advantage. I always felt I could be on an elevator when someone else entered and went to their floor…and if that person had been asked about anyone else, they would swear that they had been alone. It’s called being the grey man, and it’s wonderful when it suddenly ‘clicks’.

    Because then you can go anywhere, and do anything…and no one will know.

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