Invisible To The Eyes

It doesn’t matter what I do or say,

I remain invisible.

My friends don’t see me neither does the world,

students walking to their other classes don’t even see me.

Even teachers look through me.

I often wonder if I’m even alive.

I lie awake at night and contemplate,

“am I alive or am I a ghost?”

No one can see me but I can see them,

staring right through me.

I guess I must be magic or just a shattered dream,

I’m that unnoticeable.

Invisibility is my superpower.

I’m a brisk of wind,

can’t be seen but can be heard.

I’m fighting a constant battle every day,

a battle that no one understands

except the ones that are invisible to your eyes.

If I could walk through walls,

would you be able to see me then?