Transparent


In my ache to be seen,
I’ve become transparent.
In my need to be touched,
I’ve grown numb.
I am an alien in disguise.
I long for a place, a person,
a universe not of here.
I’m alone in a sea of others.
Watching, waiting, longing.
I grow weary.
Hopeless.
Cynical.
Jaded.
Transparent.
Invisible.

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