Invisible

Am I Invisible?
Is my life even livable?

Do I stand in the street, while the cars go by without a beep?

Do I stand by a wall without being noticed at all?

Can you read the biography of my life, and not even think about it twice?

is my life a rolling ball, that no one sees, when they trip and fall?

Am I visible to the human eye, or an endless highway of a lie?

(this isn't me i just wrote it)