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Invisible

He just sees right through me.
He tells me he knows me, but he hasn't ever spent the time to know me.
He never calls.
He lies to me.
He uses me.
I let him use me.
He doesn't even know that I think about him all day long.
I wish so badly that it was possible.

It is possible, but probably won't happen.
He won't ever make the call to have me, just call to use me.
It's so tragic that there is a difference between those two calls.
I am just hanging there, waiting for the word Go.
He is not perfect, but I think he is just right for me.
And I think I could be just what he needed.

But how could I tell him?
He cares, but not really.
Maybe he is just scared?
Maybe it's something about me?
How could I tell him he is so amazing when I am so plain?

It's so weird.
What kind of perverse world am I in?
I am not this kind of girl, never have been.
It's so backwards.
I always go get what I want.
Maybe it's just karma.

He said my eyes are mesmerizing.
I said that's a lie.