I sit alone.
My eyes roam around the room,
Watching friends laugh and joke.
Do they think of me?
Do they glance my way?
Do they even know I exist?
Would anyone notice if I left?
By any means that I leave?
Probably a news story sure.
But a long lasting memory of me?
I don't think so.
Who am I?
I am
INVISIBLE.
Seen by no one,
ignored by all
A person you vaguely remember passing in the hall.
Who am I?
I am
INVISIBLE.
 

        No one cares about me.
          All I have is a shadow.
                   I am in a life,
           That I have no place in.
                     Who am I?
.                         I am
                      INVISIBLE