I chose the song Invisible, by Hunter Hayes, because I grew up being the one who was invisible through high school, but i learnt something from it, and I finally think I have a way to express it.
She wonders the hall, lost among the crowd of peers, knowing where she was but not what she was. Students pass one another;friends greet friends with a smile and a wave. Then there she is, invisible.728Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjvOjhBLdss
She sits in her desk as a small group of kids talk.
"..not pretty."
"...freak..."
She was two desks away, but still they talk and laugh as they mock her. She wished it was sticks, stones, fist. Anything so she could fight back, but she didn't. She flipped open her folder, grabbed a pen and began to write. There, surrounded by gossip about her, she was invisible.
Different girl, same story. They could have been sisters. Same hair, same taste in music, same likes. Both had blonde hair, blue eyes, and both were invisible, but that was OK. They had each other, someone who supported them. They weren't bound by blood, but by the love of sisters. They were the best of friends, two people in a setting where being different was wrong. A world where being an outcast meant few bothered to understand. It was tears, frustration, anger, hatred. It was like they were a soldier on the battlefield, the one who fought the hardest, yet no one noticed because of his rank.
They were invisible, but they weren't alone, because they were invisible together.
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Authors note: i will most likely go back and edit this, but I felt the need to write this, because this song describes high school for me728Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡET0ZJ4676g
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