invisible

Twelve

To be twelve
is to be fun
and odd.
To be sane,
yet insane.
To be odd,
but even.
To be seen,
yet invisible,
heard, but not heard,
evil, yet angel-like,
reality in a fantasy.
At twelve,
right and wrong
are exactly the same.

~Renate Isvak

Molly had been looking forward to that day for quite some time. She was bringing her new friend, Kayla, into school for. She had spent the last three weeks telling everyone at school how cool Kayla was, how funny Kayla was, how smart Kayla was. She hadn’t said it out loud, but she had been thinking to herself that Kayla was everything she wanted in a friend. She had been thinking that she was tired of her bland, practically feral, stoner school friends and Kayla was exactly the remedy to that. Finally she took the bus into school with Kayla, got out with Kayla and tried to introduce all of them to Kayla. They all seemed to turn the cold shoulder to Kayla. It was almost like they couldn’t see her at all.

I sit here
Silently
Waiting for him to talk.
“I am here too”
I think.
It’s fine though.
I like silence,
Just me
And no one else.
They don’t matter
Only me
Buy…
Sometime,
Just sometimes I wish
That I were here too
I am,
But in a sense,
I am not.
I guess that I
am just
Invisible.

You can’t see me
I
Am invisible.
I
Have super powers,
But you don’t.
You can’t play.
Unless
You
Want to be the
Bad Guy.
No,
I’m
The good guy,
You
Have to be
The Bad Guy.
Ok, you can have
Fire powers,
Then I come,
Bam!
Smack!
Hi-YA!
And beat you up,
‘Cause
I’m
The Good Guy
And that’s my job.
Now I win.
No,
You can’t win,
You’re