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Invisible


When I was younger, I had always wished to be Invisible. I used to put a blanket over my head, hide in corners of the room. I always thought of how cool it would be to be there but unseen. Who would have thought that a childish game would have become so real. "Hi, I'm Gaby. Whats your name" For 5 years, I hardly ever got a response. I would do nice things, I would compliment any chance I got I embarrassed myself a lot. But remarkably no one ever noticed. When I got into high school I tried my best to stay hidden. Why try to shine when no one cares. Right? I cried a lot. In class in hallways in bathrooms. No one ever paid attention. I went through a full on mental breakdown in the middle of class during a lecture but no one listened. They never seem to anyways. After all this is what I wanted. To be unheard. To be unseen. Ultimately to be ignored. Being Invisible has its perks though. You never have to explain yourself and you never get in trouble. Free pass from work and absences. Someday, I'll find my peace in being Invisible. I'll embrace it I'll let it take over and change me turn me into something nicer happier even.
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