Author's Note: This piece is what it sort of feels like to be invisible.
Everyday
I hear the same words
Nobody likes you.
Everyday
I see the same faces
Only to deliver nasty looks
Everyday
I feel as though I'm invisible
Pushed into lockers as I walk down the hall
You're not the head of this school
Nobody will bow down to you
Nobody likes you
I. Am. Not. Invisible.
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