Invisible Me
An Acrostic
I ncognito, unseen; thus I remain
N onextant to any who matter
V alueless to all, including myself
I drift, aimless, alone, lonely
S urrounded by people, yet unnoticed
I ndigenous to no tribe, alienated
B lameless by default
L acking importance
E ven my family, my parents, don't see me
M ortality my only hope
E very day I fade a little more
About the Creator
Andrew C McDonald
Andrew McDonald is a 911 dispatcher of 30 yrs with a B.S. in Math (1985). He served as an Army officer 1985 to 1992, honorably exiting a captain.
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Comments (2)
This was so sad. I hope you're not actually feeling this way 🥺
Very well done, Andrew