Writer1326

It’s almost as if I am a lost object

Hidden in plain sight

No matter how hard you look

It’s never found.

People see right past me 

Like I am never there

Just an empty shadow

anxiety goes tick-tick-tick 

in the monochrome metronome of clockwork clicking 

yet the key keeps turning, turning, turning, 

'till creaking cogs are fit to crack 

I hope someday I find the person 

Who says things and it just feels right

Holds me close in the dark whispers I love sending shivers up my spine 

The person who knows me like a best friend loves me like well a lover