Invisible
I wanted you to see me
I was glass house but you couldn't see the clear picture as you were too focused on the smudges
So I became garden filled with flowers and herbs
But all you could look at were my wilted leaves
I became a skyscraper so I'd be to tall for you to ignore
Rather you focused on how out of place I was
So finally I became fish
Learning to breath underwater
Learning to swim against the current
And no longer concerned with your perception of me
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