To be seen; To be heard

Angry and silent words fall from my lips. I know that my breath is wasted but my mind and soul tell me again and again that fighting it will work. Should I give up? Forgive? Let myself fade into nothing? Am I meant to exist as nothing more than a fly in your ear? 


I am isolated into a bubble where only myself and me stay. I am nothing. I love to play invisible, but when I need to be seen, what will I be? No matter how much I morph and change my features, my personality, my clothes; I am the face in the back of your mind. Close enough to reminisce, but too far to remember. 


I am unbelievable. 


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