A poem about feeling invisible

I bet you have. Whether it's at a party with peers, at home, or in the workplace, it's not a good feeling. Do you silently scream, wishing your voice were heard? Do you huddle in on yourself as if in a corner? Or do you burst out into the open and try to make yourself known?

I am particularly proud of this one. An imagist poem, I have made it so that the first letter of each line ends up spelling "invisible" from bottom to top. Backwards! It's as if the acronym can't be seen...

even when I smile,
let my lips quirk.

Believe me—I’ve tried.
I’ve overcome how I
sometimes don’t speak.

It’s not enough.

Visibility?
Nobody truly knows what
it means.