They looked at me as if I was some maimed puppy, I couldn’t help but feel ashamed. I was embarrassed and uncomfortable, and despite how many times I closed my eyes and wished them to go away it wouldn’t be over. I closed my eyes and opened them, my face flushed red as hot tears fell down my face. The salt of them were bitter on my tongue. I was now that girl, I had spent years making sure I was ‘just another girl’. Because some of us can’t take the attention, it brought out my insecurities I have always hidden so solemnly. But now I was there and the turf beneath me was my stage, but they weren’t throwing roses at my feet, this wasn’t a smile on my face. No this was a nightmare, and the mascara was running down my face and the air smelled earthy from the rain, the mud stained my jeans and their laughs sounded louder than any applause I had ever heard. And although I wanted some cute boy to come to my rescue, maybe I would be strong and get up on my own, maybe some girls would help me up and be friends. Instead, a teacher yelled driving the kids away leaving me alone. And although now the show was over, the stories were not. This was indeed the end of being Invisible.
The End of Being Invisible
March 20, 2017