Have you ever truly seen me
The one who does not exist
I flow so effortlessly between
All those I call my friends
I am this way
Then I’m that
One person to the next
Something to everyone
But no ones only one
A chameleon , so beautifully blending in
Always in the background
Never the big picture
Ever notice that I’m really just not there?

What delusion is feeding the belief I have something for the world to see?
Is that the BPD....or is this?
The finite reasons i know idontexist.
I've tried before.
Thought maybe I might have something to live for.
Have I always been this, just never allowed?