"Always try your best,"
They say to do.
However, I can attest
That everything usually falls through.

A shadow in the background,
The feeling of suffocation,
Like a person that drowned
While supposed to be on vacation.

Accomplishments are ignored,
Gratitude is rare.
A forgotten piece on the chessboard,
In a game that's not fair.

There always has to be a scapegoat,
Only one gets the blame,
Struggling to stay afloat,
In a sea of flame.

The last choice,
The odd man out.
A near-silent voice
In a large crowd.

A strong aversion to my presence,
This isn't easily fixable.
I can't manage out a sentence,
And really, I'm just invisible.