I’m not really here,

Don’t worry.

Just a sheet of glass,

In the way.

Walk on by,

And pretend you saw nothing,

And be like the rest of them.

I am not really here.

You didn’t see me.

Don’t take a second glance.

Keep looking straight.

Whatever you thought you saw was just air,

Dust,

Insignificant.

Not real.

I am a statue you walk by every day.

Nothing new,

Part of the background,

A sheet of glass,

In the way.

I’m not really here.

Not anymore.