The pages of her world pt1

The Unseen ‎ ‎I watched her complain,  ‎like I don’t know ball,  ‎like I don’t know what it feels like  ‎to be unseen.  ‎ ‎To live in the shadow of everyone around,  ‎ashamed of my skin, my body,  ‎my talents, my entire self.  ‎Lost in the chase to be noticed.  ‎ ‎Putting on a facade  ‎everything but me.  ‎Trust me, I know.  ‎I know what it means to be unseen  ‎by the one you love.  ‎ ‎The one you gave everything to,  ‎who walks right past you  ‎like your breath is invisible.  ‎I know what it feels like  ‎to live like you don’t exist.  ‎ ‎Only to be noticed  ‎by those who want to take ‎never give.  ‎To be seen by predators,  ‎by the bike man with the wandering eyes,  ‎by the so-called sophisticated  ‎who want everything but “me”. ‎ ‎To have friends  ‎who take until you’re empty,  ‎parents who never see  ‎your worth ‎yeah, I know that too.  ‎ ‎And worst of all,  ‎to be unseen by myself.  ‎ ‎To look in the mirror  ‎and only see the fake version I built  ‎just to survive.  ‎The delusion.  ‎The pretend strength.  ‎The smile that hides a scream.  ‎ ‎Yes.  ‎I know what it feels like.  ‎I am the unseen.  ‎In a world that only sees  ‎what seems.