THE INVISIBLE KID

And here I sit, in a class of people that claim to be my peers. But are they really?

A peer group is both a social group and a primary group of people who, through "homophily", share similarities such as age, background, and social status. The members of this group are likely to influence the person's beliefs and behavior.

That's how Wikipedia defines it. Age? Check... Background? Not even close... Social Status? They don't even acknowledge my existence as a person. So are they really my peers?

Here I sit, a piece of glass shattered into bits. Would anyone care to look through the pieces and try to set the jigsaw puzzle of my life straight? I knew the answer. Better than anyone else, I knew. There was no hope. Not for me. Destined to remain in the shadows, I had become one. And as the lights around me shined stronger, I grew darker.

Walking out, I made my way to the rooftop. Ah... The cool wind. So soothing. Guess this is where I belong for now. But then again, even the wind dies out. And so standing at the ledge I recall the few memories I had. Not good ones mind you. 

I remember the day when I wasn't picked for the group game. I recall the day where I was left looking for a lab partner. The day where I sat alone in class waiting for the others who never came and waiting for people who had other plans.

I remember the days I sang to myself, because no one really cared to listen. Where I would act like the king of the world to my kingdom of sticks and stones. Where I would push the swing and climb back on because no one else would.

I was invisible... 

Almost all my life... Maybe it was just stupid of me, but I only wished for someone to notice. For someone to at least smile, even if it were to mock me. But rather, I was curled up in a corner where no one would even mind.

But it will change soon enough. I'll force them to see me. 

It's funny how my thoughts aren't of much value while I am still alive, but once I hit the concrete down below, they'll be worth more than what people can afford for no piece of gold will be able to buy a thought unborn. 

A smile and a tear, as I stand on the ledge. The wind beckons me on, all it's going to take is a step.