Invisible

It’s English
and the teacher reads my
poem out to the whole class
as an example,
saying
that it was exactly
the type of poem
she was looking for.

She didn’t tell the class who wrote it
and for that,
I’m grateful.

But then she reads out
another poem,
something more simple
that I immediately love.

“Let me show you
a world without pain,
a world of love and laughter
and carefree glimpses
of the secrets inside.
Let me show you
that someone, out there,
is smiling
and so, maybe you can
too.”