Mr. Invisible

~ Frank Solanki

I can see you but you don’t see me
When you’re in need you call for me
Who am I? Who am I? I am Mr. Invisible
I do your homework, take your blame
When you play your silly games
Who am I? Who am I? I am Mr. Scapegoat
I stare at you, adore your smile
But you never talk a while
Who am I? Who am I? I am Mr. Snub
You and your friends have a laugh
When you call me an ugly giraffe
Who am I? Who am I? I am Mr. Clown
Your boyfriend puts me in my place
When he punches me in my face
Who am I? Who am I? I am Mr. Punching Bag
You saw me cry at my desk today
But you didn’t have a word to say
Who am I? Who am I? I am Mr. Ignore
Someday I’ll be on my way
Distant, yonder and faraway
Who am I? Who am I? I am Mr. Nobody
Someday I won’t be there at all
But not a single tear would fall
Who am I? Who am I? I am Mr. Invisible

Published by Frank Solanki

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76 thoughts on “Mr. Invisible”

  3. Who are you, who are you.
    For sure you are not you think you are.
    Who are you, who are you.
    Surprised you will be when you find you are I.
    Who are you, who are you.
    A brilliant star in the sky.
    Who are you, who are you.
    The one who say not ‘I’.
    Who are you, who are you.
    The answer is a try.
    Who are you, who are you.
    I’ll bow to you if you’ll find out.
    Who are you, who are you.
    An arrogant who say I.

    The intelligence is not in you but it pervades you☺

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  5. I know how difficult it is to emote hearts on this topic, as I too, wrote a piece that parallels the underlying results of constant rejection or catching blame. Haven’t released it yet, but you’ve encouraged me to do so. Great job.

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  9. I really admired the vulnerability of this poem. We share a couple of last names by the way. 🙂 Although my first name is Ms. thank you for sharing this with us!

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  26. I once met the perfect man. He told me how his ex had cheated. He scared me and told me he wanted them beaten. Black and blue and dead, too. He was such a nice guy, idk why she would have took flight. When actually was he… Mr.Right? Or someone full of anger, only wanting to fight? Maybe he should have told her, he loved her, maybe forgiven her too. Then maybe God would have forgiven him, too. While maybe he just doesn’t know one thing. About who she is, what she’s like, and who God hopes her to be. Maybe, if your name was Scott, you should have told me. Then maybe today, I wouldn’t feel, this pain. God told me never to return to that place of demons, again. But I love and call you, by name. But no one ever has, loved me. Or maybe right now, I would actually be… happy. The smiling face that found its beam, lost its light, when the demons screamed. And God does not ever, want that negativity, for me, again. It’d be nice to first be friends. I’m just scared…. of perfect men. Because I have only been. Hurt. By them.

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  35. Geez, Frank. I know u.r somebody to somebody. Maybe you are staring down the wrong empty  well looking for water that overflows elsewhere?-LorettaP.s. i.see u. U r not, nobody. 

    Sent from my Verizon, Samsung Galaxy smartphone

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