Invisible

Invisibility.
The child known as former me always wanted that as her super power.
But now,
I just feel,
Invisible.
They're all to busy,
And I get it.
I'm almost all grown up,
I don't need as much attention.
But I'm lonely.
I just want to be heard,
Needed.
I want nothing more than to be praised,
Told I'm important.
And I know they've said it so many times,
Just not now.
Now,
They're to busy,
And I have to say whatever I needed to say,
At least two times,
Before I'm heard.
And I'm always doing the wrong thing,
At the wrong time,
Except for those few,
Precious momments,
That allow me to be hugged.
Then I am wanted,
And then I feel special.
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It's the cat

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18 years old

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