If I went missing,
          Would anybody care?
If I slept in too late, and never got up again,
                    Would it matter?
                    Would time stop?
                    Would the world freeze?
Would anybody notice at all?
          It�s this feeling of invisibility
That gets me every time
Conversations held
Around
By tongues that never speak to
Me.
Around me, life flourishes
          But I�m trapped
                    Underneath a Bell Jar
Like a wilting rose
Dead petals
          Each one a separate tear
That I refuse to cry
                   Don�t make me
If you can be bothered,
          You ask what�s wrong, but
Somehow I can tell,
                              You don�t really want to know.

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