Invisible

I am a superhero.

I have a special power that separates me from everyone else.

I am invisible.

Sometimes when I want to be, sometimes when I don't.

I use my powers to my advantage.

I study the inside, from the outside.

I take in everything…they are my testing subjects.

I study their ways.

I want  to see their reactions to people like me.

People who have invisibility powers.

What will they say?

What will they do?

What will the invisible one do?

A shy invisible steps forward and enters the inside.

He looks nervous.

He has a thick outer shell.

I vaguely know him.

He likes to read.

He likes to think.

He likes to express himself through dark wooden sticks onto blank sheets.

He likes the mysteries in the night.

He is different.

He is invisible.

He is just like me.

I think I like him…

But those on the inside do not.

They do not see past his outer shell.

They choose to crawl through the barley visible cracks.

They choose to seep into him and crush what they do not want to see.

I see his eyes water.

They choose to hurt him for it.

But I know the truth.

I know tears mean inner strength and compassion.

He should have stayed invisible.

I should tell him to run.

I am afraid.

I want to stay invisible.

But I'm supposed to be a superhero.

I have to use my powers.

So I step into the inside.

And I fight for him.

My heart is racing as I face them.

The insiders are scared.

They leave.

The invisible boy's name is Mike.

Mike is nice.

He thinks he is invisible.

But I can see him.

What?

You can see me?

Mike can see me.

We are no longer invisible.

But I don't need superpowers anymore.

Mike doesn't either.

I like you, Mike…

I don't know how or why he likes me back.

Yes…I love ice cream…

Yes…I'll walk with you…

Yes…

Yes…I will hold your hand on the way.

No.

No, I won't Mike.

I'll hold your hand forever.

I am still a superhero.

I have a power that connects me to someone else.

I use my powers to my advantage.

I am visible.