I was one of these kids. Didn't really notice that is how I felt until this picture came around with the words used in that way. Maybe it explains a bit about me, or maybe I am just trying to make this artistic statement a part me since I can somewhat relate. Either way, I know I don't stand out. Invisible is actually how I want to be most of the time. Avoiding people became a habit after a while.

I was sorta neglected but probably more due to my own fault. My parents had the shit they needed to do and were always busy. So I was always the forgotten kid who didn't need anything except some food ready in the kitchen. Partly a reason I blame my own lack of social skills. But definitely the reason why I don't know my native tongue.

I grew up thinking that I was supposed to be invisible. They always thought of me as the good kid if I made no trouble. The only problem was that in the process I didn't make anything. I didn't have or accomplished anything, I just got by. Living through these same repeated motions in life with no direction. Being the quiet unnoticed leech who is just there.

I've always viewed myself as unwanted. People would ignore me all the time. I thought it just came with the territory of being me. [insert uninteresting description of self here]

Even people who help plenty of others with no reason not to help me... still don't help me. I must give off all the wrong signals. Maybe it would help if I actually tried and seemed like I cared? Really. Why did I not think of that before? Cause no one tells me, or if I did I was uninterested and thought it was useless information.

I probably have so many actions which signal that I don't want to be around them while not even consciously knowing that is what I'm telling the world. Its too much hassle to change though. This safe shell I've constructed is comfortable. Except when it comes time to ask for help, to interact with others, to be a person thats alive.

I feel dead inside sometimes. Thats why opening this shell is so hard. Its seems like I'm hiding lots but really I am hiding nothing. There is too much nothing inside of me and people can't know that.

The thing is, people really want to help if you let them. That opportunity always doesn't exist with in control. Always believing if they help me I gotta help them later on somehow. Not all people are that petty though. In general most people actually want to help, it makes them feel good. It makes everyone feel good.

Positive energy is a crazy thing. It just feels good. We get happy when we think we've made a positive difference to someone. The energy just flows through us. There doesn't even need to be an explanation. It is something thats intangible that just should be passed and spread to everyone. Just gotta have faith in people sometimes.