Invisible

(Warning: This is a follow-up to 'Set in Stone'. THIS IS NOT ABOUT ME! I'm simply stating an opinion in general. If you don't like it, ignore it. I'm not out to attack anyone...I'm just trying to make people think.)

"Look right through me, look right through me..." Gary Jules - Mad World

There are a lot of people that complain about having too many friends. They say it’s stressful, and they never have time to themselves. They complain about having too many things to do, and too many people caring about them. They claim they are happy all the time...and hate it.

On the other side of the coin, you have people that complain about being disliked. They say everyone hates them, and it’s a hard life. They complain about living in depression, and hating their life. No one ever cares about them, and they have no life. They claim they are unhappy all the time...and hate it.

Then there’s me. My name is Ann, but very few people know that. No one calls me by name because it isn’t worth the effort. I’m not popular, but I’m not disliked. Instead I am completely average. I have a few friends, but no one that I’m close to. I go to school, but my grades are neither good nor bad. I’m not one of the pretty girls, but I’m not one of the ugly ones either. When described, people say I’m “normal”.

I can walk through a crowd and people will see me, but their eyes slide past without blinking. If I died tomorrow, I would be some faceless death that would never make the evening news. I’m ‘just another kid’ that can look forward to an ‘average life’. Where does that leave me? I can’t say that my life is worse than the popular or hated kids, but I can’t say that it’s better either. When it’s all said and done, I’m simply...Invisible.

But be honest now, will you even remember or care about that later today? Or will I be “just another kid” with a hard life? Reality is, most people care more about themselves. As long as my problems aren’t yours, why should you worry? I’m just another number, another bar-code, another nameless and faceless soul. I’m someone’s statistic, their victim, their news-story. I’m everybody else...but since that isn’t you, why should you care?

I guess you shouldn’t....because I’m invisible. I’m just another face in the crowd, so I’m a problem that’s easy to forget. Just remember to tell yourself that before you go to bed. You wouldn’t want to trouble your mind, now would you?

I didn’t think so.