I am invisible.
I am hidden, under layer upon layer of fake me.
I am plastic.
If you were to take me apart,
you wouldn't find find the real me,
because I am running.
I am sprinting.
Far away from fake me,
so I am unreachable.
I am barricaded.
Locked in a box.
I am labeled.
I am fragile.
If you were to hit me,
I would crumble.
I would break.
I would run faster.
Increase my invisibility by a tenfold.
I hope I am still there.
Barricaded, Invisible, and Running.
But I am not so sure.
I am afraid,
I am not there.
I have disappeared.
I am completely invisible.