watch me disappear
as you claim to be,
do, know, see
more than me
(who cares that
i shared my love for it,
showed you a vulnerability)
watch me disappear
as you ignore my words
and blank my actions
i am invisible
(not worth your attention now
but if we rewind the film
it wasn’t that way before)
watch me disappear
you got what you needed
climbed the ladder up
above where i am
(go, be special, be famous
walk all over me,
who cares, right?)
watch me disappear
steal my victories
make them yours
watch me disappear
or rather, not,
since i don’t exist anymore
Sometimes out of bad things, good things happen and you get an interesting poem. At first, I re-read this poem and couldn’t remember the exact reason I wrote it and had a certain type of feelings, then shared it with a friend who did remember the original times exactly and then it was like seeing it in a whole new light. In my friend’s words: “it is a surprise what beauty can come out of the terrible things”. Not wrong, not wrong at all…
