Invisible

"People don't see you!"
he sneers.
I'm opposite him,
breathing
- don't cry -
stationary
- don't run -
silent
- don't scream.

Calm.
I have to
be
calm.

"You
are
invisible,"
he hisses.

"Don't bother
with cutting your hair
funny;
they won't notice,"
he snarls.

"Whatever boy you're crushing on
won't notice.
Whatever friends you have
aren't friends.
You don't have enemies 'cause
no one
notices
you.

"I don't understand
why
you even bother with
living;
no one cares!"

Each word
is like
a stab to my
heart.

It hurts.