Blending in with the cracks on the wall
so that no eyes stare, none at all
no evil glare, no passing glance
no slight smile, no optic dance

Blending in with the tiles on the floor
so that no one sees you behind the door
no welcoming hug, no warm 'Hi'
no endless talk, no joyous cry

Blending in with the lights on the ceiling
so that no one sees just how you're feeling
so that no one notices you there
they'll just look at the light when they stare

Blending in with all the people around
where you're nothing but a voice in the sound
where you're lost in the incoherent rants
where you stand out in the verbal romance.