Back fire

They don't think i notice,
when they give me an evil glare.
they don't think i hear,
what they say when I'm not there.

they think I'm invisible,
forgotten, and unknown.
they think I'm a nothing,
left in the dark, to be alone.

but the impression that I get from them,
is one of jealousy.
for they are only wishing,
that they were just like me.