Turning Invisible

Usually, when I come downstairs in the mornings,
My grandmother has made me a coffee,
But this morning,
I came downstairs and made her jump,
Because she forgot I was here.

I go to sleep with him some nights,
And he wakes up in the morning,
Pulls me closer,
And thinks it's a good thing to say
'I forgot you were here'

I sit at the back of the classroom, lecture theatre,
They start talking about what a dick I am.
I smile and laugh,
They turn round in horror,
'We're sorry' they all say
'We forgot you were here'.

I'm not quiet, not shy, nor timid,
I don't make a habit of sneaking around,
Avoiding gazes and attention,
So it must be,
That it's not that they forgot I was here,
But rather,
They didn't want to remember.