i pad about on ghostly quiet feet that can never hear
invisibility is my unfortunate power, a power i both despise and rely on. i can hide when scared or angry or sad, a good thing, but you hide me when i am not needed or wanted, a bad thing.
you get confused when i want attention and things fall
i am an independent spirit and you take that for granted, leaving me alone even when i cry out softly. you think i can take care of myself, but i am not as stoic as i seem.
you cuddle, call me cute when it's convenient for you
i hate you for the attention, your obsession with calling me cute or sweet or lovely, but i also cannot live without it. i crave whatever attention i can get before i'm left to the shadows again