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I am translucent

If you are light and want to see me you won't get a clear image.

I'm NOT transparent.

I've been told I hurt the people around me, so in the end I blocked off my image; not to be seen clearly nor heard.

I don't want to hurt anyone.

Close or far, I keep a distance.

I see the transparent  I do not wish to be them. Not if it means hurting them.

But I do wonder what it feels like to be seen clearly.

To be heard.

My translucent self isn't fading.

I, me still a blur to all

I don't know who I am. What I look like?

I don't know.

My image remains unclear, just like my identity.

“Who was I again?”

“What was I doing?”

“Why am I like this?”

“Why am I translucent, while everyone is transparent?”

Maybe I should change.

Wait…

I'm scared…

I'm nervous…

No it's okay, I'm fine….

Okay here I go.

………………..

I'm am now transparent.

People can see me for who I am.

A clear image.

I now know who I am.

And I know I wasn't hurting anyone, I was hurting myself. By not being true to myself.

Not being honest.

But that's all over.

I'm done.

I'm going to be who I want to be.

Who I'm meant to be.

 ~Transparent

BY: Marisa Chau