INVISIBLE
Look at me. Way back here. No one notices me and no one can hear me. Why won't they listen? Can't someone turn around and notice ME? Me! Yes! I am here.
It's always been that way. Here I am, being myself trying to be a part of the "in" crowd. I say things. No one comments. They just continue with their chatty banter as if I am not there. The dance lessons, the piano lessons, shopping at the mall and the boys, oh the boys.
I can't add anything to the conversation. I don't take dance lessons, piano lessons and rarely take trips to the mall and boys? We just don't do those things that the normal kids do. The kids with money, the rich kids, the other kids.
It's not like they don't like me. I think they do, but they just don't know what to say to me when I tell them that we don't own a television, or that our car is broken down and we walk to the grocery store... they just can't relate. It's not their fault.
But will it always be this way? Will I always be invisible? Will I ever be able to fit in? Yes, I will. I am determined to listen and learn all I can about this other life. The life of someone who isn't poor. I am just poor, I am not dumb. I have things to say. Listen to me!
It is hard being on the outside looking in. It is hard being way back here, unnoticed. It is hard being... "What?!?! - You're not listening?" I give up.
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