disappear

It is easy to disappear, to not be seen. While in the past, I spend so much thought and energy on how others would perceive me. As soon as I step down one step on the social ladder, I seem to disappear. To not be seen, to not be helped, to not be looked at. It feels good in away, very calm and free. But it takes a changing, to be right there, content, even sleeping in that abandoned sewer. A big part of me loves it.