General Poetry posted February 11, 2025

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A poem exploring the feeling of being invisible

Sometimes

by Amelia Belle

Sometimes,

I just get tired.

Of trying so hard

Of pretending that all is well

Of pretending.

Sometimes,

I just come undone.

It starts as a thought

Or a feeling.

A discomfort

In the pit of my stomach

Or a hollowness

In the middle of my chest.

Then,

Before I know it,

I'm too far gone.

Too far under

For the possibility of air

Too far under

For the breath of life.

Sometimes,

I just want to be seen

Or acknowledged

Maybe even embraced.

But sometimes,

The concept eludes me.

Is that why

So many of us

Want to be rich and famous?

Do we need

To build a platform

So impossibly high

Just to be seen?

A platform

That only has room

For a lucky few, anyway?

Is the climb to the top

Worth the risk

Of an unending fall?

Or worse yet,

What if you find

That you were never there

To begin with?

And

If you were never there to begin with,

Then

Who are the people

Actually

Looking at?

Who is really seeing you?

Sometimes,

I feel like a ghost.

A mirage.

I'm here

But I'm not here.

I fade into the background

Of your periphery.

You may think that something's there

But in the end,

It was just your imagination.

I'm so tired

Of trying to be a person.

I've put on just about every hat I can think of

But in the end,

None of them work.

In the end

I'm still just me:

This watery, see-through figure

That slips

Right in-between your fingers.

I wave my arms,

But you don't see me.

I make noise,

But you don't hear me.

I'm literally standing

Right here,

But you see right through me.

Soon enough,

It will be as though

I never existed

And all will go back

To the way it was.

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I wrote this poem while I was dealing with the aftermath of ongoing trauma that I experienced throughout 2024. Writing is my 'creative therapy' and an access point to deeper thoughts and emotions. It is becoming a central component for healing and expression.
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A poem exploring the feeling of being invisible

Sometimes

by Amelia Belle

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