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 wouldn’t hear me