She glows...
with a beauty I
cannot explain.
She smiles...
and it's like the
sun shines through.
She laughs...
and the sound is
like ocean-spray.
She whispers...
and I hear the
whistling wind.

Where does she find her
glorious,
radiant
light?
Why does nothing seem to
touch her?
Why is she not
afraid?
She is unmarred
by the opinions of
the world, she loves
to love and hates
bitterness.
Why is she so
different?

      I

The invisible girl watches girls with perfect make up and fashionable clothes chatting, giggling, and flirting with the guys.