I am one of the Invisible,
One of the Invisible People.
I guess I'm just being melodramatic,
I guess that I'm an attention addict.
I'm just being all emotional,
When I get so inconsolable.
I find it hard to talk to people,
My attempts to talk are amazingly feeble.
I fade into the background
I'm the last one you think of inviting around.
But I am exaggerating,
It's just that it is so frustrating.
There are others far worse than me,
I'm all right with some alcohol in me,
I'm sure that these people truly hate me,
All these people that no-one can see.
They're never part of the conversation,
Often content with humiliation.
All so these so visible people,
Will notice them - the Invisible People.
Invisible People, how are you feeling?
All of you people, are your wounds healing?
Don't you wish they would pay attention?
When you've got something to mention.
Should ye strike back?
Will we fight back?
When will we attack?
Let's take our lives back.
Or do you want to be ignored?
In a crowd of people are you just bored?
Responsibility
Dreams come
And dreams go
Potential never
Realised
Aspirations
Never known
Obligations
Never defied.
Then it's time
To grow old
And get used
To having no friends
Nights left screaming
In the cold
A bloodthirsty problem
That never mends.
Staring
At a blank wall
It's all I can do not to cry
Bearing
Existence
Why wonder, why should I, why?
Stabbing my hand
With a pocketknife
Just to know I'm still alive
Screaming
Quietly
My sanity's gone for a drive.
Oh it would be funny
It would make them laugh
This is the reason I exist;
Just to make them laugh
{cut me in half, cut me in half, cut me in half, cut me in half...}
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