Invisible Poem by Tristian Ford

Invisible

If I am not for myself,
Who am I, and who will be,
If I am for myself alone,
Where am I, and who will ever be?

I am not complaining-although it may seem.
Outside, it is sometimes auspicious to be unseen. Inside, it devastates me
So I force the pain back when I'm outside.
I have to put a mask on my face
that is soft and serene.

Still, I'm constantly bumped against by those
with poor vision and never looking up to see.
Being noticed seems so hard.
Because it's one thing that they never apologize, but it's something serious that they never even looked up or back at me.
Am I the only one who sees or cares?
Being invisible isn't so easy.

You often doubt whether you actually even exist.
Perhaps you're simply a phantom in other people's mists.
If this is a nightmare, I am the sleeper trying to destroy it with all his strength.
Although I reckon all these people
can't see me.
They're surely awful rude, and the disrespect is mind-binding.
So I held on to the sneaky suspicion of being invisible and kept walking to see this dream's meaning.

It was because I felt like this that,
out of resentment, I began to bump people back.
I actually do feel that way most of the time,
But each time I did so in this dream
Strangely, these people still did not react.
Whether this is a nightmare or a dream
I find being invisible not only visually captivating but also semiabstract.


I convince myself that I do exist in the
real world.
I am a part of all the sound and anguish
but in this dream,
the warm lyricism of the music
is renewing in waves of lush orchestral sounds unfurled.
As I walked upon this beautiful girl,
She kept walking on,
So, to make my impression felt,
I cursed and screamed.
As she quickly looked back in aggravation,
her face slowly thawed into an angelic smile
after she made eye contact with me.

Still, she asked,
"Are you crazy?
Why are you cursing and screaming?
I've purposely done it to some people,
but I know I didn't bump into you! '

I answered,
"No, ma'am,
I was screaming because you are so beautiful,
and I thought I was invisible,
Inside a dream.
I was cursing because I was upset and afraid
That you didn't see me."

She responded,
'I'm not complaining,
although it may seem.
I find it funny, but I understand
It's sometimes auspicious to be unseen.
You are the only one who noticed me.
It's just not as funny
That I was also dreaming
the exact same dream.
I sure hope dreams come true
because I've felt invisible
all my life myself, it seems.
However, before I fell asleep, I was thinking,

If I am not for myself,
Who am I, and who will be,
If I am for myself alone,
Where am I, and who will ever be? "