I visited a restaurant and was handed a menu
And told “When your table’s ready, we’ll come and get you”
Then I see hungry diners arriving much later
Being shown to a table by an eager young waiter
So, I politely ask “how long I must wait?”
Only to be told, “I’m afraid you’re too late”
“The kitchen’s now closing we can’t serve anymore”
I nod politely and head for the door

I don’t like to complain if things go wrong
I just put it behind me and try to move on
And think “What’s the point, the outcome’s the same”
Then beat myself up, coz things never change.
My friends ask me why I don’t make myself heard
Guess I don’t need the stress, and I can’t find the words
I think of others and try to be kind
But inside I am seething, as doubts fill my mind.

When people look through me as if I’m not there
I walk-on by and pretend not to care
I’m rarely noticed and often cut dead
And it’s really starting to mess with my head.
I’m becoming invisible of no consequence,
When I step out of the shadows, I remain on the fence
My comfort zone, now a self-imposed curse
Is getting me nowhere and making things worse