The Invisible Man-Part Two. Poem by Michael Gale

I, always during my life, have been unseen...
I, might to all, seem, obscene.
I have always been ignored...
I always felt depleted and needed to be wholey restored.

I make others feel real bored...
Everyone has felt, as if i was a fungus like and instilling one spored.
From the hate filled pitcher, have i been poored...
My drops have absorbed into many men and women's own bloodstream, as poisoned as stored.

Why do i repulse thee, as the strongest anti-magnet, on this Earth? ...
Since the inception, of my birth.
Am i not, important enough, to really matter? ...
Or do i seem to you, as a slightly unsightly speck of insignifficant, grey mattering splatter.

Am i but an ingredient of life's unwanting in society's melting pot? ...
What do i have to offer, but have not got?
Should i go straight to Hell? ...
You can say it, you do not have to whisper, this fact you don't have to spell.

Do tell...
Let me be knowingly welcomed and not an empty unwanted, hollow shell.
Let me be myself...
No longer an empty shelf, or an invisible self.

I should really matter...
Without wasted pitter-patter.
I am not a stain, in life...
I cause no harm or strife.

I am no longer an invisible man...
I am the man with the plan.
You no longer have to stare past me, as i walk into a room...
If you don't agree, you need to leave this room, on your flying broom.