Invisibility

Not being seen by many Some say it is a skill I say it is torture Why not be there When you could be the center of attention It is depressing Knowing your existence is futile Knowing you are not best at anything Knowing that you will not be remembered And the worst part is It does not even protect me from hatred Every hour Of every day I wished to be seen I wished to be known Who knew this would come true? Now I am seen Now I am known Now I can walk the halls And be noticed Negative attention covering me Devouring my reputation I am know, but only as a failure Every second Of every day I wish I had not wished that But I believe it is too late for change