Invisible Is What They Make You Feel, It's Not What You Are
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Invisible Is What They Make You Feel, It's Not What You Are

"Those words cut deep, but they don't mean you're all alone. And, you're not invisible."

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Invisible Is What They Make You Feel, It's Not What You Are
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Although I have never been musically inclined, my life has always been deeply rooted in music. Music speaks to my soul in ways that nothing else can. It says what I'm feeling even when I don't know what I'm feeling. This may be weird, but music really is there for me through the ups and downs. In describing what music is to me, an Albert Einstein quote comes to mind:

"I often think in music. I live my life in music. I see my life in terms of music."

Music has a way of encompassing all that a soul will ever know or encounter. It tells a story that couldn't be told otherwise. With that being said, "Invisible" by Hunter Hayes means a great deal to me. When I first heard it, I balled my eyes out like a little baby. It proved to me that I'm not invisible. Someone does see me.

"But in their narrow minds, there's no room for anyone who dares to do something different."

All throughout grade school, I was picked on/bullied to different extents. I thought I was a terrible person because I was different. Why? Because others around me made me think it was wrong to be different.

"Those words cut deep, but they don't mean you're all alone. And, you're not invisible."

Bullies hurt me in such a way that, through middle school, I believed I was all alone in the world. I believed I was invisible. I believed this because I chose to believe what other people made me believe. Because of this, I still sometimes struggle with this feeling.

"There's so much more to life than what you're feeling now. Someday, you'll look back on all these days, and all this pain is gonna be invisible."

I had to learn that my feelings are forever fleeting, forever changing. The pain I feel today won't be the pain I feel tomorrow. Eventually, it will be invisible.

"Every heart has a rhythm. Let yours beat out so loudly that everyone can hear it. Yeah, I promise you don't need to hide it anymore. Oh, and never be afraid of doing something different. Dare to be something more."

Being different is never a bad thing. It's what makes you, well, you. I was always afraid that it was bad that I was different. But, now I know that being just the same as everyone else is worse. I've learned that I can't and shouldn't be afraid to be different or to do something different. I should dare to be more than "normal."

"Invisible" made me burst with such emotion because it's probably when I finally started to realize something. I realized that I have always felt invisible to a certain extent because I'm different. It helped me to realize that I shouldn't feel like that. I should show people that I'm more than they think I am. I'm more than "normal." I'm different. And, one day, all the pain I felt over being bullied for it will be invisible.

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