Invisible

It's nice being invisible. People tend to forget about you being around. You just become an afterthought, a whisper of a memory that floats in some blank space in a person's mind. Your thought of when that person or people have nothing else better to do, and then it's like "Oh, hey, yeah, what about what's her face?"
Then when the whisper turns a little louder people can again see the barest outline of your form - but never the whole thing. They don't want to see all that. They only want you for whatever random purpose filled their head at that moment. As soon as the task is fulfilled, you again sink into the neither regions of their existance. A silent shadow in the corner of the room. Not even lurking because you don't even get that high of a ranking in their lives - or they find something better to occupy their time and lives.
Slipping through time, unseen, ghosting through life can be a warm and fuzzy if you don't like the people you've chosen to be invisible around. It's easier to not exist at times, to skirt around the edges of everyone else, hearing and seeing every fucking thing they do, and they have no idea you were even there. They have no idea the number of proverbial knives you can suffer that have been driven deep into your core, because they can't even take the time to see you, or figure you out.
What's the point of offering a key to the puzzle that is you? It's no fun when someone can push all your buttons, without even taking the time to find them, or even decide if they like those buttons. So, you just sink into the background.
And one day, you just stop existing all together because etherial floating through time and space without hope and feelings is the preferred way to live.