Silhouette

I feel like a silhouette 
Just a black shape
No defined features
At least not that others can see. 
The freckles on my nose
The light in my eyes
The crookedness of my smile 
All invisible. 
The thinks that make up me
The stray hairs
The chipped nail polish
The poor posture
All invisible. 
And those are just the outward things
What about everything inside of me
The thoughts
The feelings
The ideas
All invisible 
The words
The cries
The very essence of my being
All invisible. 
I'm just a silhouette 
Plain and simple. 
I'm just a silhouette 
And I feel invisible. {k.b}