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Oppression of Invisibility © by Katrina Smith-Jackson
My life is so lonely. Such a lonely existence that I lead. Am I invisible? Can you not see me? Is that it? No? Then why do you ignore me every time? Not just you…but you too. And you! And you! All of you! Why? I try. I really do try my hardest to be seen and heard. But you all want to speak over me, stand in front of me, and ignore me. You can’t even look me in the eye. You look to every other eye except for mine. Am I not worthy of connection? Am I not worthy to receive your words? Your opinions? My opinions are irrelevant and inferior to yours. You make me believe that when you do this to me. What more must I do to be seen? Can you not see me? I thought I was solid. Am I not? My life is so lonely. Such a lonely existence. The same routine every day. Monotonous. Repetitive. Replaying. I have very little friends and no council around me. How can I survive in this repulsive world if I have no support? Why do people always think it is okay to treat me this way? Constantly, over and over again do I get ignored, separated, marginalised, for no reason. Do I really speak that quietly? You ask me to speak up. I am shouting. You still tell me I am too quiet. Are you being serious? Am I really that quiet? Or are you just being an idiot? What is wrong with you? What is wrong with me? What is wrong with the world? What is wrong with this whole situation? My life is so lonely. Such a lonely existence. I want to be freed from the oppression of invisibility. Help me. Treat me nicely. Be kind to me. Help me. Bring me in. Accept me. I know that I may be different from you, may seem shy at first, but that is only because I must subconsciously feel intimated by you overbearing, dominant and intimidating character. Can you not calm it down a little? Just so I can catch up? No. That’s not fair. I shouldn’t need to censor you for freedom. Why do I feel so trapped in myself? One minute I feel free. I can breathe. I can move. I am moving forward. Then you do something, say something to smuggle myself back into itself. Do you take pride in being above me? I want us to be equals. I know we can be equals. I want to be accepted. I want us to like each other. I want us to be friends. I want friends. My life is so lonely. Such a lonely existence that I lead.
