Invisible

Searching to find myself,
Seems to be near impossible to me.
When I look in the mirror,
And I hate everything I see.
When I am with other people,
It is like I am not even around.
When I want to be seen,
I am nowhere to be found.
Everyone always has something,
They have better things to do.
Like I was never there at all,
As if they never even knew.
When I walk down the hall,
Nobody looks or has anything to say.
It is as if they already know,
I probably don't want to converse anyway.
To them I am nothing,
Just another picture on the wall.
Nothing important, nothing great,
Not needed here, I am nothing special.
Why does it always seem,
They see right through me.
Maybe I am invisible,
Or maybe there is nothing good to see.