Invisibility could be fun in some ways. You could mess with people in an countless number of ways. For example, poke them or blow on them to startle them or lead them to believe they are being haunted. And if you do something utterly humiliating no one will know. But, I'm sure we can all agree some attention is nice. No one likes to be ignored. When you are invisible no one knows you are there. They see through you like air.

Now, I am not actually invisible either. I am a living breathing country. I am made of physical and visible matter. Hell, I'm the second largest country and it's still like I'm not there. I am NOT invisible. I might as well be though. It is still like I'm not even there.

The pain they are infecting is unintentional; but there is still pain. You're important to them as air. Important, but never payed the thanks for it.

I must admit I've grown increasingly bitter over the years. All I ever had was myself to numb the sting in my chest when no one knows who I am again. Over time this sadness has turned to hate. For all I care everything and everyone around me could burn for all I care.

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I take that back. Even after all this time, I still care. Half of me wishes I didn't. The other half is so grateful I do. There is no way I will ever let this bitterness consume me. Those who have let their bitterness erode away who they were take over their personality; destroying the kindness they once held in the heart. They allowed hate to rule them. I will never be them. Ever.

Grief is what truly I feel. Not, this deep set loathing for the world I've seen in so many others. In all honesty I rather not exist if this is all I'm going to feel for the rest of my days. When you don't exist you don't feel pain. You're not even there to know what it is. There is absolute nothing. When compared to being invisible any person with an once of intelligence will choice non-existence over invisibility.

Looking at the pros or cons of each properly you will find that non-existence excells by a mile. Getting past the slightly morbid thought of not being on this earth not existing is a beautiful null. No pain, no betrayal, no broken heart no anything. And, before anyone can try to rebuttal with asking me about the positives of life non existence prevents you from having; it is still the better option. For if you are not there you won't even know what it is your missing. When compared to being invisible you get all the pains and none of the positives. Unless messing with people and possible illegal acts are a major deciding factor for you. It's not for me though. Pain is what has a large role when I am making decisions.

I sometimes wish to end it all. Fear is a strong of my character though. So, I never tried to. Another thing prevents me from doing so. This pesky thing called hope.

Maybe, just maybe someone will see me there. And, possibly I'll mean more to them then air. I long to see this day. I dream of it every single night. So I stay here, in this mournful unnoticed existence.

((A.N. Hello readers, I would like to apologize for allowing my feelings influence my writing. If you see any mistakes please let me know. I need to work on making thsee a bit longer. Till then.