I was sitting quietly –
you didn’t see me, or
perhaps it was like always;
it was more like I was
not there
never there, unknown
invisible non-offspring
you didn’t know
didn’t want to know
the me I was
way too much for you
too loud, too childish;
you weren’t allowed
to be a child, so why
should I?
So I sat, the not there,
sans all emotion,
feet still and hands
wringing silent pleas
unheard
eyes followed you, cast
down if I thought you saw;
much better to hide in plain
sight, not seen, not there
never there.
