Every time our eyes collide one another, you always see straight through me
As if I'm not there; I look at your direction, you look away for my radiation
I wave my hands in front of you, I call your names repeatedly but you never notice me
I clamor seeking for your attentions yet your sight never catches me
Facts of myself are grounded under your perceptions
Your wisdom is trapped by your assumptions
Your comprehensions are covered by your accusations
Now, I'm caving in because I realized, for you I am visibly invisible
Or am I less visible than invisible?
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