Sixty seconds in a minute, sixty minutes in an hour, twenty four hours in a day, thirty days in a month, twelve months in a year, sixteen years that I've lived but have never truly been alive. I know that doesn't make sense, how can someone live without being alive? It's simple. They survive. Living life day by day, never being completely happy, just trying your best to get by. Surviving isn't easy but truly being alive is harder. Blending into the background makes everything easier, cause if you're invisible no one will see behind the mask that you wear to cover up the emotions that scream to be let out.
Emotions are hard to conceal but then again I'm invisible so people don't see my emotions. I'm just another nameless face that someone will forget that they accidentally bumped into. One day the people I go to school with will forget that I was even one of their peers, they will only remember ten years after head when I make a short appearance at a reunion before disappearing once again.
No one knows why I disappear, I mean why would they? No one has ever cared to ask. No one knows the trauma that keeps me up at night. No one sees the fear ,that I've tried to conceal, in my eyes. One day people will ask but that day won't be coming anytime soon. Maybe people won't have to ask, maybe I'll write a book explaining the things that I've witnessed or experienced. A book that will unmask who I truly am. A book that will make me feel alive for the first time.
One day people will look at me and know my true identity. People will know me for being alive and not being the invisible girl.
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The Invisible Girl
General FictionI've been invisible my whole life. Hiding behind a mask so no one will see the emotions hidden in my eyes. Never feeling alive, just surviving. One day I will feel alive and remove the mask that hides me. One day I won't be invisible. (I'm so sorry...
