A teenager usually wants to try to get people to notice him in some way, to feel like someone gives a damn. Me, all that attention, I just wanted to fade into the background. Be invisible. Disappear.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I want to be invisible.
I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me.
For writers and artists, it's always a balancing act between wanting to be the center of attention and wanting to be invisible and watch what's going on.
I hate to be treated as if I'm invisible. I get incensed when people talk across me or refuse to catch my eye in a restaurant or shop.
It's hard being visible, so I've made myself invisible.
I very much wished not to be noticed, and to be left alone, and I sort of succeeded.
Make visible what, without you, might perhaps never have been seen.
But now having seen him which is invisible I fear not what man can do unto me.
The thing that I've decided is, I don't want to be invisible, but I'd like to be transparent. I want people to see what I'm thinking and see through me.
One of the greatest moments in anybody's developing experience is when he no longer tries to hide from himself but determines to get acquainted with himself as he really is.