If you're looking at this, you either have nothing better to do, or you're a really nice person; and I'm guessing it's A. To all the world, I am invisible. Were people to look, they'd see a mirror image of every other nobody in this world, even if it's not the truth. They'd see a protective shield, a filmy barrier. To most, they'd just see a white spot no one would miss. I am a shadow, appearing souless and worthless, constant and stalking. I am the thing that follows you, and keeps you wondering if you'll ever avoid it. I am the ruthless cold that no one will remember, the shell of a girl.
But I'm not average. People see all the quiet shy people and put them into one group, one judgement. They think we're all the same, like cell copies.They think we all act the same, all choose to be the same. Our souls are like carbon copies. Every soul is the same. But not mine.
Two inches, two light years. The truth from a lie, the heart from the mind.