Writing Prompt

If I talked to someone in French,

_ils ne me comprendraient pas_.

I’m not sure I would either, though.

I’m just a dull player on the bench,

and I’m the rain compared to snow.

No one bats a single eye at me,

unless their intentions are to judge.

I’m invisible, like I’m _caché de la vue._

No one will look, even if I scream_._

I’m only parchment, with its ink smudged,

no one bats a single eye at me,...

I’m forgotten in class

By my teachers and peers.

Invisible I am;

My face drowned in tears.

I’m forgotten at university

While my parents are at home.

They seem to live fine without me;

I’m utterly alone.

I’m forgotten it seems.

Invisibility cloaks my face,

Yet my feelings still rage,

leaving sadness my only trace....

You saw right through me,

Called me a different name,

Threw words at me

As if I was nothing…

Invisible.

I am invisible to your love....

I remember when I was maybe six years old

I would sneak junk food into my room tiptoeing down the stairs to the kitchen then I’d turn and move like the flash and shut the door

I think it was for me to feel like maybe my mom was listening and paying attention to my footsteps running up and down the stairs. I could pretend I had super powers too.

In reality I could have screamed at the top of my ...

Last Friday I found out what it is like to feel like a tree

Invisible and gone, they forgot about me

Like a ghost walking the crowded halls

Invisible and gone, they can’t feel me

I could break every law and rule

Invisible and gone, they wouldn’t see me

I could spill coffee all over myself

Invisible and gone, they can’t taste me

I could scream in the classroom or office

Invisible and gone, they...

I am not the big attraction

I am not the main event

I am not the greatest spectacle

I am not a monument

But that’s ok,

I like it like this

I haven’t a drop of resent

I’m used to being forgotten, ignored

I know I am a reject, I know that I am

Invisible...

Imagine feeling invisible to your own parents

I’m not talking old shit, but present tense

No matter how much you cry for them to see you

They complain and continue to do what they do

Imagine feeling invisible in this cruel world

Not only are you black, but you’re a black girl

Men constantly harassing you and making passes

Can’t call the cops with their trigger happy asses

Imagine, can you imagi...

He gazes at me, soft and warm,

But yet, somehow it seems to me,

His eyes no longer hold a storm,

They see me with uncertainty.

The air we breathe feels thin and cold,

A ghost of warmth where passion burned.

Conversations, hollow, fold,

Like fragile wings, at each word turned.

His heart, a garden parched and dry,

Once bloomed for me, a vibrant scene.

Now withers with each day gone by,

To him, I...

In the silence of my own mind,

I am lost, left far behind.

Invisible in the bustling Street,

A shadow falling at the world's feet.

No echo of my silent cries,

In the void where my spirit lies.

Unseen in the sea of faces,

I'm adrift in desolate spaces.

The laughter and joy, they pass me by,

As unseen as darkness in the night sky.

In the hush of the lonely night,

I vanish, out of mind, out of si...

I’ve heard that some people don’t have an internal monologue; they don’t hear their own voice, voicing all their thoughts out loud in their mind. When I first heard of it, I couldn’t comprehend it. If I was like that, how else would I be able to come to terms with all that’s happened in my life?

I make up conversations with myself in my own head, I make up possible scenarios in my head, I intervi...