Invisible - Pope Jane
I am the hopeful, in a place that doesn't know hope at all, in a life that
can't go forward, I spin with good intentions.
I am the trusting, in the palms of the hands that are rusting, in a life
that's washing shoreward, a shell of my own invention.
You touch everyone around me, I'm exploding in a vacuum
I don't want to take up space, I am the scrapbook in your back room
And you laugh as you look past me, when you ask me why I'm cynical...
I'm just invisible, I'm just invisible.
I am the smiling, patient for the right timing, take a number and they'll
call me, I'll wait while you go in.
I am the loving, and I don't need you to hover above me, I have faith in
your abilities--be proud in your own skin.
I have tracks up my back that should've been my lover's scratches, and a
ring on my finger that is nothing but a stain, I come home at night, and
emptiness, it kisses me with passion, and my cup is overflowing bitter
nectar in your name...
I am the wishing, by the side of the well that has long run dry, but I will
keep believing, I spin with good intentions.
I am the dreaming, and I wander asleep with wide open eyes, a vision that's
deceiving, a shell of my own invention.
...I'm just invisible, I'm just invisible.