52-Hertz

Stiffly standing there  
An invisible being
Seeking solace in seclusion  
Corralled by people, instead  
 
A shadow of a smile
Fixed on its expression
Thinking it looks equable
Yet, feels uneasy
 
Faintly uttered words
Escape its lips  
Making their way to them
Only to skim by, like a ghost
 
They glance through its presence, unseeing
They speak in tones, indifferently  
They move around, oblivious to its form
Their attention floats by, uncaring
 
Its eyes wander awkwardly
Its heart beats frantically  
Its skin shivers in the stillness of the void
Its feelings echo through veils of solitude
 
So, it retreats into itself
Cocooned in the shell of invisibility  
Barely existing, hardly remembered
Scarcely wanted, always excluded
 
In the silence, it finds its home
A realm of its own
Where it finds peace
Within the mind of its own