Written by: Melissa Gregg

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