my book of poems

invisible

she would always walk down the halls with her head hanging down.

 she hid her face with her hair, her hair would hide her face like how a window hides behind a curtain.

 whenever people looked her way she would only hang her head lower out of shame. she would always hear people whisper "freak" or "monster" when she walked their way she tried to block them out but she started to believe that it was true.

she never followed the rules of society and she was looked at as if she was some alien, that was the price she payed for being different.

 at first all she wanted was to be normal and she tried oh so hard to fit in with the rest.... but she 

was never normal enough, people still looked at her in disgust, she still could hear whispers through the hall, the gossip never ended, she felt so lost, she felt so alone, so.. invisible.

 she stopped trying to fit it in and she stopped trying to be normal because all she truly wants is to be herself and show her true colors, she no longer hangs her head, she now holds her head high, she longer lets her enemies walk all over her, she now fights back with fire, she is no longer afraid of the unknown, she now faces it head on, she no longer feels invisible for  she now knows that there is always going to be someone out there that does notice her and someone who does care.