Invisible,
Hardly seen,
Walking through the halls,
No gestures or kind words,
Only silence and static air.
Sometimes it is handy,
To not be see.
No one can make fun,
Or say a thing.
You can go anywhere,
Anywhere you please.
No one to detour you,
If you are not seen.
More often than not,
It is a lonely world.
There is no one there,
Because you are not seen.
Life in the shadows,
Darkness all around,
A world where everything is real,
Except for your.
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