I wrote this while in high school … found it recently and thought I would share it …
“She walked slowly, as if every step was a struggle. She hung her head in some statement of shame only glancing upward when she wanted to make sure no one was staring at her. And if they were? Oh, she couldn’t believe she had the gall to look up, to let their eyes meet hers, to be seen. That was the greatest sin of all. To know she had been seen. She was invisible. She had to be, or else someone would notice her. Someone would look inside, through the windows of her soul, and see the thing inside her that scared her the most. Nothing. They would see a blank stare, worthless talents, and a host of insecurities. Added together made it nothing. Nothing but fears and emptiness, longing and loneliness. How could she let them know; how could she let them see? How could she ever make up for the fact that she was born with the curse of being less of a person? How could she ever be loved; there was nothing to love. How could anyone need her; there was nothing to need. How could they ever want something that was so undesirable? She made her way on down the hallway and out the door, never seen, never noticed. And the Church let her go.”
Peace.