Unseen

Edited for your consumption Cut down to only the processes you are willing to understand I am a con artist, of sorts Altering your ability to see my pain, feel my anguish Hiding in your peripheral Knowing I’m there, you swerve to avoid me I am a master of emotional disguise Falseness engulfing all that I am, all I’ve become Obscurity no longer obvious This shroud of lies blankets me, comfortably I am behind the velvet rope Untouchable, unlovable, unavailable Isolated from my senses Yet this mist of a life becomes unbearable I am invisible to your eyes Unnoticed by your heart I am unseen