Invisible
I think I am invisible.
At least I am today.
For when I wave and smile, people look the other way.
Maybe they can't see through the dirty clothes I wear,
Or perhaps they are disgusted by my unruly facial hair.
If they did not see me, maybe they smelled me from afar,
Is that why they roll up all the windows in their car?
Can't they see I'm just a person, a person just like you?
So why is it when they drive by they treat me like the flu?
It seems like it's been hours... WAIT! was that brake light for me?
I guess I'm not invisible because I'm back home on the PCT.
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