Invisible

Hello! 

They mistook my greetings for begging

Just because I had nothing to offer 

They always not ready to associate with me

They want to associate with the visible

It is a gut- wrenching to own not a dicky bird

Money is a shadow

Once it is with me it only stays with me in light

Light being the days I worked hard and harder

Even the dollar itself knows you are inappreciable

Because everytime it on company it does not stay 

An inconsumable truth that I have to swallow

People make you unviewable

From events to daily activities

I remain otherwise and A.O.B

Fighting my state and mental health

My mind suffering from the feeling of Obscurity

It is lonely to be a Destitute

Poverty is a room that with an escape

Many windows and doors to pass through

Outings that will make me visible

Yes I am working hard to make myself perceptible