Or see right through me

Notice me 

Or notice the scenery 

Don't you want to hear my story

Don't you want to bask in my glory

Does everyone need to know my life

Is every qualified girl a potential wife

All is vanity

 

Sometimes I want people's eyes to focus on me 

My body and soul

The focus and praise 

Makes me whole

And when I trip short before perfection

I can hide in the neglection of confession

 

But when I am as a shadow and not in the limelight 

Oh how I feel empty

No one sees the things I can do

The sins that I rue

Or my thoughts that are true

It is when my visibility is lost

That I myself feel as a ghost

Unable to pay attentions cost

By feeding the cancer that kills me most

Self

 

Yet my third state of being is neither visible or invisible 

And yet both

In my original design and purpose I would have been able to do it best

But we've digressed 

For truly I was meant to be the middle man

With all that I am

All that I think

Say

And do

But along with beauty from the divine

Pride was planted in the heart and the mind

In that garden

And the middle man sought to be the end of himself

Corruption

And he began his species attempt to glory his name and put God on the shelf

All was vain

He was supposed to refract the light

The attention, praise, and honor

And I have copied my ancestors like a dog with vomit 

I sought and now seek to either attain my status 

Or remain unnoticed 

But those states of mind make one so empty

It is the rare moments that all goes to my creator 

His beauty to savor

We all need to favor 

His name, choices, and magnanimous behavior.

Oh that is true and satisfying

That is what it means to be human.