The Invisible Stranger
Does he see me? For 16 years I've been right in front of him and he hasn't even seen me. I haven't been hiding. I've been open to him. I've been an open book. Does he know me? I've shown him the funniest pages. I've shown him the ugliest pages. I've shown him the sweetest pages. I've shown him the most vulnerable pages. Does he care about me? I've cared. I've trusted. I've loved. I've been honest. He doesn't know me. In spite of my being right in front of him, In spite of my being an open book, He doesn't even know who I am. He doesn't see me. I've laughed. I've cried. I've yelled. I've loved. Still he hasn't seen me. All those feelings of invisibility have been confirmed. I wasn't crazy. I'm not crazy. I'm not too sensitive. He never saw me. He never knew me. It's hard to believe he ever wanted to s