I Am Not Perfect

Transparent. See the thing is, I'm better when I'm invisible; see through. I've always admired chameleons; they always seem to blend in, no matter what situation they are in; whether it be life threatening or something stupid like....just wanting to hide. I've never been invited to Birthday parties, or get togethers. I've always seemed to be forgotten, invisible. I'm starting to wonder if I like it that way; if I like being left alone. Alone and unnoticed. It's kind of funny; how I could stand in front of everybody and stomp my feet and scream at the top of my lungs and nobody would see me. it's kind of like a magic trick that only I know the secret to. See the trick is to avoid eye contact. The second you make eye contact it's like a green light for vulnerability. Like a fresh wound; open and anything that touches it hurts, even when it's only there to help. That's the sad part....when it's only there to help and it still hurts.