Invisible

Sometimes, I’d like to disappear. Not to die, just to vanish, to wake up one day and become invisible.

To blend into the background and go unnoticed.

I would be free from all the expectations, the chores, the judgments.

Yes, everyone would forget me, and no one would care about me anymore, but that would be the price to pay, and I would save up and invest.

People are exhausting; they can give you joy but take it away in a second, make you doubt your entire perception, make you feel amazing, but then stab you in the back, and betray you.

I think I might be happier on my own.

I could wake up and live my days without doing anything, without having to follow another person’s instructions, without deadlines, without tests, without others seeing me.

I think it would be quite peaceful, living a life without any kind of interaction.

You could observe everyone, but no one would notice you:

Invisible footsteps, no trace left behind, peaceful solitude, a balm for my mind.

No need for communication, no energy drain, just the tranquility of self, with no restrain.

Oh, the peaceful bliss of isolation’s call, a silent refuge from a world too tall.

So let me fade into the tranquil unknown, a respite from the world, a world of my own,

Grant me this solace, this pause in the race,

And in the gentle hush, I’ll find my place.

But would I?

Even though people are cruel and exhausting, and can make you feel miserable, what else do we have?

In human bonds, our lives find meaning and connection,

Shared moments, laughter, love’s sweet affection.

You couldn’t do that if you were invisible, so I step out of the shadows and try to live, try to give life my full dedication.