Truth of the Fly on the Wall

I hardly recognize you

I barely notice you

I don't even remember

ever seeing you before

as you stand

against the wall

almost invisible

in your plainness

it almost seems

that you dress

to fit the color

of the wall behind you

everything about you is

so unperceivable

so unobservable

my eyes want to

skip over you

as if you are just there

as part of the wall

you notice me

watching you

give a glare

of absolute loathing

and plainness

I have never seen anything

so normal

so reeking of

indistinguishable

you

I look away and

almost forget

my seeing of you

but looking back

can't believe how

no one sees you there

watching us all

a fly on the wall

hearing all of our jabber

all of our gossip and

backstabs and I cant help

but wonder why

you wouldn't want to be

on the inside

with us

but the I think

with all our

lies and betrayals

and the underlying

meanness in

everything we say

and the snide jokes

and the crude humor

I almost envy

your ability to

remove yourself

from all the disgusting

ways that we enjoy

and I grimace

at how everyone of us

don't notice you

all knowing

all seeing

all hearing

how you must

hate us all.

You notice me again.

The only one

who seems to be able

to resist your

powers of invisibility

and you glare again

for you know

no matter I can see you

I am just like all of them

preening

insulting

vain and immoral

I look away

finding myself

unworthy to look

at you

you who realizes the truth

of it all

that at the core of us

we are only rotting

always rotting

forever in deepening waste

from the beginning

we grow from the inside out

into what we truly are