Am I Invisible?

Other people can see me
so I know I'm not invisible,
but yet why can't you?

Why do you glaze over me,
like I'm just an ant in the grass
or a cloud in the sky?

Do I blend into the background,
almost as in full camouflage,
a chameleon lost on a branch?

Am I not spirited enough for you,
do I not smile and glow,
or have a big enough heart?

Is it because you're better than me,
do I have too many flaws,
like the dents in an old car?

Am I just an object, a toy,
to pass around and never accept,
like a broken chair tossed from sale to sale?

One day I hope you'll see,
and lift the invisibility cloak from your eyes.
I just hope it's not too late.