Invisible

I'm not that girl who is irresistible; the girl that you pine over for months, even years. I’m the after thought. I’m not the one that the “hotties” “dig”. And I’m not one to complain. I have never been good with the “hotties” or maybe, just not good enough. I’m the girl with the frizzy hair and glasses; who rolls out of bed in the morning and feels invisible all day.

I’m not the girl with a lot of friends. Maybe, I don’t know how to socialize or maybe I’m just unlikable. I’m not the girl who starves herself for attention. I’m the girl who says things loudly and crudely just to make you steer clear. I don’t have a lot of style, I have t-shirts and jeans.


Sometimes I look onto those girls with admiration and sometimes with utter disdain.
Sometimes I envy their shamelessness and sometimes I just can’t grasp the concept of these people. Maybe I just haven’t grown out of the seventh grader inside of me. Iron clad with braces and tragic glasses, I really was invisible. Maybe I still am.
Do you grow out of being invisible?