The Invisible Me

Quietly sitting in the corner,
Away from the chatter and laughter of good friends,
Trying to get the guts to do something about it,
But failing...

What does it feel like to be another piece of furniture in a room?
To be ignored? To be forgotten?
Do any of you know? I think.

Time passes by slowly, painfully even,
Wishing for something to happen.
Anything.
The longer I sit, the worse it gets,
My mind succumbing to its pessimistic thoughts.

Does nobody love me?

My heart begins to shrink,
Turning into a small chestnut,
But it doesn't stop my tears from forming.

Stop, I think, this can't be happening.
I try to calm my breathing,
And slowly but surely I gain control of myself.

I stand and walk towards the crowd, 
Every step stronger than the last,
As a light forms within my chest,
Heads turn,
And I become somebody.