Invisible

I remember when i was young...
The world felt slow...
It felt like time it self stoped.
No one ever notice me.
I dont think anyone hated me...
But....
I think no one cared for me either.
I was like a wall or like a mud brick.
Doesn't move.
Doesn't talk.
Doesn't feel.
I was indeed a brick.
I was air.
I was nothingness.
I was Invisible.
I used to want to be notised.
I didn't care if i had to jump off a cliff.
I just wanted attention.
I was invisible till...
Till....my own evil took over.
I became violent and I bullied others.
And when someone stood up i tore them...
Tore them to streds.
Yet i was still the brick of air.
I was still invisible.
I wanted attention from anyone,
And yes I do admit what i did was not right.
But i didnt care ...
I was happy when I junped off...
Off the 20 story building...
Everyone looked at me for the first time.
I finally wasn't Invisible....