Invisible

A group of kids

Before me that I

C

Don't realize that I even

Exist.

For they only see in the border that is their social circle.

Good thing I stayed in the corner. Even if I were to try to speak to them they would not

Hear what

I have to say

Just because they perceive me as a

Kind of person who is considered as a

Loser.

Maybe I should ask to join in their conversation.

Not. If

Only there was a way that I could speak to these

“Popular” kids. I began to

Quarrel with myself. I

Rarely engage in any

Spontaneous acts. But

Today is a different day. Maybe they will

Understand that I am

Very much like them.

Who am I kidding?

X marks the empty spot in my soul,

Yearning to be accepted by everyone so that

Zen can finally be felt within me.