Invisibility

I know you.
You’re that person from the party, the one in the corner, the one who wasn’t really there.
The one who was looking through everyone at the only things that were real: the trees outside, the tiles underfoot.
You were the one that saw through this madness, saw the poison in your glass, the air that people speak.
You were the one I envied, the one I wanted so much to be, the one person whose words were more than noise riding the wind, the only one I wished to look inside.
And you just looked through me.