They look through me, <br /> <br />As if I’m air. <br /> <br />Like they can’t see, <br /> <br />It isn’t fair. <br /> <br />Their ears can’t hear, <br /> <br />My lonely voice. <br /> <br />No matter how clear, <br /> <br />Losing my last choice. <br /> <br />Their hands cannot feel, <br /> <br />The touch of my skin. <br /> <br />To them I’m not real, <br /> <br />My patience grows thin. <br /> <br />Deaf to my call, <br /> <br />To them I’m air. <br /> <br />Not there at all, <br /> <br />Just wind in their hair.<br /><br />Cory Calder<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/invisible-56/
