I’ve spent so much time and energy trying to be what others wanted, what others perceived, trying to fit in somewhere, that I’ve lost who I am and have essentially rendered myself invisible.

Now that I’m trying to be me, find myself, follow my dreams, I still find myself not fitting in, still not being heard or appreciated in many ways, still invisible to most, so much so that I could be jumping up and down in front of you screaming and you would look right through me.

I am cellophane.