A poem was on a desk.

Invisibility

So they don't see me.

So what?

I don't need to be seen.

In fact, it's easier if I'm not.

Aw, f**k this.

The easy way isn't always the best way.

Why can't they see me?

WHY CAN'T THEY SEE ME?

DON'T THEY SEE HOW IT'S TEARING ME APART?

I can't keep this up much longer.

It's ripping me, stabbing me.

Cracks are forming.

My family thinks they know me-ha!

Even my trusted ones don't know me.

It's eating away at me.

Sooner or later, it'll be done.

What will be left?

A broken, shattered shell?

So I'm not seen for now.

I can hold it together a little longer.

I'll hold as long as I can…

Because once I break, there's no going back.

The poem told the truth. Too bad no one saw it.