Invisible Me
Sometimes I feel like I don’t exist at all. I’m here, I breathe, I move, but it feels like I’m not really living. Like I’m just a shadow passing by, unnoticed.
I see people around me bright, talented, full of life
and I shrink. I don’t feel smart, I don’t feel special. I don’t have anything that makes me stand out. Just me… plain, quiet, breathing. That’s all.
And sometimes it feels like people only care if you have something to give them. A talent, a benefit, a reason to keep you around. I don’t think I have any of that. That’s why I wonder if no one really likes me. Because what do I have to offer? Nothing.
It hurts, this feeling of being invisible. Like I’m screaming inside, but no one can hear me. Maybe I just don’t matter as much as I thought I could. Maybe I never did.
Still, here I am, writing this, breathing again today. Maybe that’s all I can hold onto right now that I exist, even if it feels like no one notices.
-Aether
