Some days it was easy,
They didnt even look,
Hiding from their eyes,
Was all it really took.
But other times they listened,
They tried to hear her voice,
Thats when she tried much harder,
To block out every noise.
At first invisible was lonely,
It was hard to learn the skill,
But after a few weeks of good practise
She could do it at her will.
It was easier than explaining
It took too long to reveal her thoughts,
Just sit back, let them ignore her,
Cleaner than the inside battle she fought.
Most people, they forgot her,
When she was visible they could not see,
They never suspected she was there,
I don't expect you to understand. Nor do I expect you to believe. I always believed in telling the truth unless I got myself confused in which case I would lie as convincingly as I can for as long as humanely possible. My propensity to begin this guide comes from years of staring at glossy picture perfect photographs of far away places. You know those kind of books, the backpackers guide to wherever.... The kind of books that you take for granted the author has seen and experienced the taste of Africa and the smell of China first hand. When in reality they could have wiki'd or google'd or found the information needed for a bestseller with