Everyone can see me. I don't want to be seen. I have no choice. Please, just stop! But you can't. Or you don't want to. I don't know. I don't want to know, to be honest. But sure is, you see me. Maybe you don't actually see me. I can't tell. What I can tell is that I don't like it. Sometimes I wish I was invisible. But I'm not invisible. I've never been. I might be one day. You know, there is a big difference between transparent and invisible. I wish there wasn't. I don't want to be seen. But my wishes are not heard. Everyone can see me. There is no choice at all. Not for me at least. I want to talk to you, tell you to stop. But you don't listen. You probably can't. I feel awkward. Why does everyone see me?