Waiting for the Laughter

My super power's, invisibility. The only time I’m seen, is when somebody’s lonely, or needs something from me.

* They don’t want to be alone, don’t want to be with me. I’m just the punching bag they use, when they’re needing some release.

* My feelings are irrelevant, the fact I mentioned them at all. Is proof that I am selfish, insignificant and small.

* If I'm on the phone and talking, and another call comes in. It’s, hey- I’ve gotta get this, I'm sure you understand.

* Believe me, I understand it! Just another sign that I ignored. Before, when you found someone else, cause with me, you’d become bored

* I’m lost here in a sea of people, running ragged in life’s race. It’s clear I’m nothing special, in this crowd, another face.

* I’m lost in dreams of darkness, forever waiting for the sun, listening for the laughter, but the laughter never comes

* Living on the edge of it, I guess comforts not for me. A step away from giving in, clinging to my sanity

* I wonder sometimes, how it would feel, to let go, and stop fighting. Would I find some inner peace, if I only gave up trying?

* Or would it even matter, if I let the shadows consume me? Just drift away in madness, become darkness’ company.