Invisible it Shall not be
Like a crescent flower blooming in the distance
I stand alone, unnoticed
Fearing the idea of rejection
Hoping for attention and affection
Here I stand
Like the stranded man in the desert
Dehydrated and dissolute
Hoping for a waterfall or river
But only to receive mirages and illusions of reality
Why can’t I be a rose
Strong and elegant
Surround by a sea of beauty
Or even a rainbow
In the bright blue skies
Happy, joyous and free
Why can’t that be me?
Why not, why not, why not?
Why can’t it be me?
Who says it can’t?
That person is only me.
I can do what I want
I can be what I want
And invisible it shall not be