Unseen, Unheard

Somedays, everyone stares at me. Once I counted seven double takes in one day.

Other days, nobody can hear me. Or maybe they just don’t listen. I fear it’s the latter.

I’ll point something out, like, “Hey, look at that pretty tree!!” – then, minutes later, somebody will say, “Have you seen that pretty tree?”

That’s when I have to try very, very hard to not start bawling.

It might seem like a huge overreaction, but it happens about fifteen times per day.

People stare straight through me. There’s nothing more frightening than looking into someone’s eyes, knowing that they’re not seeing you.

And I don’t have the confidence to say something six times, just to be heard.

Instead, I walk out.

Nobody cares – or perhaps they would, if they actually noticed.

I used to be likeable. I did have that.

Now, I’m invisible.

And I am nothing.


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  1. The perception of self can be an interesting concept to explore, including why some seek and need attention whilst others are content to let it pass them by. Look at it this way, does it matter if your poem gets 1000 likes, so you feel the attention, or is a single comment so much better because it means someone has read your poem, now that is attention. Have a good evening πŸ™‚

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    1. I was actually thinking about that before I posted πŸ™‚
      In all honesty, I wouldn’t mind if this post didn’t get any likes, simply writing things like this is a therapy on its own.
      However, one comment can mean the whole world to me – especially yours ^ ^
      Thank you! ❀ ❀ ❀

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  2. I recognize these feelings from the past.. it’s sad. Though I have learned and experienced that everything in the outer world is a mirror of my inner world. So when I think that I am unseen and unheard I ask myself: where do I not see or hear myself (which often equals to where do I not love myself). My experience is truly that when I give myself full recognition and acknowledging and I love myself, no way people look through me. I make myself visible in that case. It all is really about energy.
    Just some thoughts… ❀️😊

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    1. My tired brain doesn’t know what to say in response to such wisdom πŸ˜‰
      But I will say that this comment means so, so much to me, and I guarantee that I will be reading it time and time again, whenever the darkness comes ❀ ❀ ❀
      (just read it again, and actually managed to make my brain process it – that is very, very true!! Thank you so much for sharing this, I will be thinking about it for a long time! ❀ β˜…)

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  3. Sounds difficult. But it’s important not to be a victim in life, sometimes you’ve just gotta be strong and fight a little harder for what comes easier to others. But what you loose out on here I’m sure you make up for elsewhere πŸ’ͺπŸ˜ƒ

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    1. That is very true!! I’ve been thinking a lot about what Marieke said, and it’s so true that what you see comes from within – I’ll be working on that πŸ˜€
      (also, I am rather embarrassed)


  4. “And I don’t have the confidence to say something six times, just to be heard.”
    Isn’t that just the most relatable thing…

    I feel you, it hasn’t been easy being invisible. Though I’ve found the upside to that: I can get away with anything lol.
    You’ve left footprints with your works, Bluebell. You are not nothing πŸ™‚

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    1. Really, we should be plotting an elaborate mass robbery πŸ˜€
      And I can’t even come near to explaining how much it means to me, reading that ❀ ❀
      Thank you!!! ❀ πŸ™‚ ❀ ^ ^

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      1. Lol I’ll distract them with explosives, you go through the laser security system and get that jewel. How’s that sound? πŸ˜‰
        You’re welcome πŸ˜€ I wish better days for you ahead

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