I am Invisible Girl, heroine of the inconspicuous and unspoken. I walk through the world alone and unknown, like a shadow in the dark. Unseen, unheard, but not unscathed; I am burned by Possibility and her army of words unspoken. From the darkest corners, I watch others, flourishing in the light, while I remain under the cover of night.
But lately, it seems my cloak of darkness has been ripped away. Some mistress of Fate has decided it is my turn to flourish, leaving my spandex in tatters. I now feel the glances of others, percolating the force field I have carefully constructed, and I falter at the thought of their eyes on me.
I am not worthy. I am a nerd. What if they notice? What if my very person is shunned?
But do they see my dorkdom? Do they notice? Or do I appear different to them? Has my clever disguise got them fooled, the doubt merely a self-sabotage lead by Insecurity?
Under the bright sun of the known world, I feel their gazes, their judgments; like hot water on icy skin, I prepare for the stinging, the pain, the rejection.
I am not notable. I am not cool. I am not sexy. I do not matter.
My young wings are unprepared for this flight without my cape of Cimmerian shade.
Life was much easier alone in the dark when I was invisible.
Your writing is really eloquent! wow.
ReplyDeleteHowever, I must say that you are notable, cool, and everything else you say you're not. Even if people notice your dorkdom, they're only people, they can't help themselves; they will see you as the whole person you are and they will love you. Trust me.