No Motive

It isnt a mood i can describe.
It isnt one you can really see, its just there.
It has already chewed at the stitch of the perfectful fitting jeans ,
eaten me up from the bottom to the top of what I can call a conscience.
It wont speak.
we dont speak.
But when we do...
all I find myslef doing is crying.
But thats invisible too.
I used imaginary tissues and my own shoulder.
But there aren't two of me.
there is only one, taped to a pole to stay upright with my head in the foward direction.
there is only one me, standing in what could be my end.
I will scream to that empty room...
never even hoping to be heard.

I will be invisible.
No trouble at all.
and the greatest part for you will be...
that I never defended myself, because IT being me had no reason to be.
I had no motive to even breathe.