The Late Bloomer Series: You’re Not Invisible, You’re Hiding

Here a poem dissing myself and other late bloomers it may resonate with:

You’re not invisible, you’re hiding.

You look down when you’re walking, instead of with your head held high.

You slouch instead of standing up straight.

You avoid conversation and compliments, giving off the idea that you’re shy.

You ignore all interactions that show any sign of a welcoming trait.

You don’t find yourself beautiful, interesting, or attractive, I wonder why?

Why have you boxed yourself in? Why do you hide from fate.

Why do you hide your laugh? Your smile, your thoughts, dreams, passions, and fears.

You say it is for your own good. To avoid danger, violence, and hate.

You convince yourself that human connection is not needed. That you could never be loved and seen. The very thought often leaves you in tears.

Because deep down inside, you want someone who sees you in all of your states.

But you push away anyone who dares.

You hide and wait, in a comfortable place that is safe.

Thinking in the rom-coms, true love always finds a way.

And while that may be true, there is still so much more to do.

So many people to meet, food to eat, and places to stay

You deserve to see and be seen in the world.

It is all up to you.