Invisible (a poem)
(inspired by Agoraphobic by Corpse)
Cover all the mirrors
and hide from the horde
because I can still see myself reflected in their eyes,
and I just can’t bear it.
I don’t understand this skin I’m in
or the veins pulsing beneath.
So I surround myself with haunts
because I see through the ghosts
and they can’t see me.
Maybe it’s because I am one of them,
part of the family?
Families scream at each other,
and these phantoms wail.
But there’s an ache the accompanies the role
of Invisible Man.