One of Those People
I am one of those people, you know?
Except you don't know unless you're one those people, too.
How could you?
You don't talk to us, or even about us,
All you do is look through us.
And certainly don't listen to us.
Why are we so invisible to you?
We exist, I know we do.
Yet all you do, is march on through.
This poem is about:
Me