I was born with a gift,
A flair for being invisible,
The ability to briefly escape
From this so-called ‘reality’,
Whenever it is too harsh,
For me to deal with.

I didn’t let it go to waste.
In fact, I actually mastered it.
Like an extremely timid chameleon,
I hole up at the first sign of trouble.
It has become part of my life
And I’m perfectly fine with it.

Call me a wimp if you want,
Or anything for that matter.
As it is a small price to pay,
Compared to the pain of living.
Throughout my life, I’ve been
Nothing but an invisible observer.

One of the perks of being invisible,
Is being...