Invisibility

I look for him in places he won’t be
I’m not perfect like she
I’m not anything
Alive for humility
So tired of suffering
In cloaks of invisibility
Why does he torture me
He loves her infinitely
I am nobody
No one worth to see
I am dying

© Delia Ross. 2020

I wonder if he stopped buying her things if he’d still be seen…

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