I remember those stares through me
people forgetting I am there
even though I am right beside them
felt like a ghost

I often wondered if I existed
or am I just a ghost whispering things
Ignored by people I called friends
when I am sitting right there

I can’t count the number of times
I was left alone in a restaurant
because I spent one too many moments
in the bathroom and my friends forgot me

I listen a lot, while talk really less
After a while, my own existence doesn’t make a difference
Yet I felt comfort in listening
when other people talked around me

“I’m here” I want to yell
but I’m scared to make a scene
“Notice me” I want to ask
without sounding like an attention whore

Grant me a wish, God
If you exist and are merciful
I can deal with loneliness
but being invisible, I don’t think I can

–Surya T