Invisible



I am the nameless, faceless one

You seek to avoid





You see me coming down the street

And look down or walk the other way





Sometimes I mutter to myself

For there is no one else to listen or who cares





When I stand behind you in the checkout line

You hold your breath





It’s been…I don’t know how long

Since I’ve had a warm shower or put on clean clothes







Of course I know I stink

Thankfully after a while I became immune to the smell





Shame should be my name

Would it be better if I had never been born





My family doesn’t even know

If I’m dead or alive





There’s no means to contact me

No phone to pick up or place to drop by





Would they even recognize me

If they passed me on the street





Society thought they did good

In giving me the right to choose





Take my medication

Or be locked up for my own good





Do tell…how can someone not in their right mind

Make a rational decision





Even though you pass me by

With nary a look or a smile sent my way





No matter how hard you try to pretend I’m not…

I am here





By Susan Bunts

September 17, 2008

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