nothing is quite as painful as invisible is.
walking through the crowded hallways of a dysfunctional high school
not a part of the stories unfolding around you,
forcing yourself to trudge up the stairs, into the classrooms
always a disturbance.
the way they look at you, like you aren't worth their time
their expressions which undermine you
the whispers which are not heard
yet knowing they occur
and you smile. you smile at your classmates, your teachers
burying the burden of hurt that aches
with each step you take
because you are invisible.
not a ninja, not even a chameleon
a hollowed out husk of a soul
that was once vibrantly shining