In the shadows of other people's lives

I live in the shadows 
Of other people's lives
Bounced like a ping pong ball
From room to room
By other people's noise
The do-gooders pass by my door 
Scurrying on their busy way 
To feel good about themselves
In someone else's life
Not mine 
Whilst I,
I am invisible
I am made to feel a Pariah 
Overlooked
Unseen 
Yet living but a few feet away 
Obscured from view 
And negated 
By deliberate ignorance.

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