While Invisible

No one sees me.

I'm here, but no one notices.

No one cares.

And I guess that's fine with me.

Except that he doesn't see me either.

And I don't know why that bothers me.

I'm used to not being noticed.

It usually doesn't bother me.

But I crave his attention.

I want him to see me.

I hate it when he makes fun of me.

But when he does, at least I now his eyes are on me.

He knows I'm there.

So maybe it's not that bad.

I watch him.

I've tried not to but I can't help it.

It's just this fire that burns through me.

Something I can't ignore.

I watch as he undresses alone.

As he slips through his shirt and unveils his beautiful, slender body.

I want to touch him.

And that scares me.

I watch as he pulls out his sleeping bag late at night.

When the lights have gone out and everyone has left.

It's just he and I.

I watch as he twists and turns, mumbling in his sleep.

It's getting late.

I should leave.

But before I stand up I hear him say,

In a soft whisper,

"Simon."

I smile.

Maybe I should stay awhile.

A/n: Thoughts? I frickin LOVE misfits! Please review!