I’m at the end of the table. Missing out on all the fun I feel invisible. Im not the only one. I try to make sense. Of things surrounding me. My eyes wide open. But still I can not see. Look in the mirror. There’s nobody in there. Make up your own story. Make sure you believe it. There’s a noise in the back yard. Lers pretend we didn’t hear. We’ll just ignore it. And it Il disappear. Holding on to broken pieces. Hoping we’ll make it through. We’ll keep on smiling. The way we always do. Im at the end of the table. Missing out on all the fun. I feel invisible. I’m not the only one.