Sometimes I just feel like no one in the world cares what I am going through, how I feel, who I befriend- just for some company. Like no one sees me as who I am. They just see me as a lump that doesn’t speak-even though I do- and doesn’t see- I catch most things that happen around here- and I just am not a person. It’s like they don’t even know that I am alive. When I try to talk, someone is always talking over me. When I try to smile or laugh, someone else butts in and makes me want to cry. I will never admit this if you ask me about it, but I am truly alone. I have no one. God is the only one keeping me in this fight for my life. I still think about suicide. Always have, always will. But, I guess no one around me sees that. My ‘friends’ try to force me into clothes that I don’t like, because they think that how I dress isn’t good enough. My mom wants me to get perfect grades and be the good little girl of the group. No one sees the real me. The me that wants to sing my heart out, who wants to become an artist and paint all of the feelings that are bottled up inside. No one truly sees me. It’s like I am as invisible as the book of invisibility. ???