invisible

Penny sits on a seat, at the back of the bus ever evening on her way home. looking out of the window she always sits alone. She takes out her journal and begins to write, its the same routine every night. No one notices as she scribbles on the pages, no one glances over, no one engages. She's invisible, invisible, she's invisible, invisible. Her journal tells a story of a different kind of life, she writes in pretty colours, the words she brings to life. Penny lives in a land of make-believe, she is the creator of her own reality. Her pencils sketch pictures of far away places, picturesque beaches and tanned faces. swimming naked in the sea with all her friends. long hot summer days that never seem to end. She takes out her journal and begins to write, its the same routine every night. No one notices as she scribbles on the pages no one glances over, no one engages. She's invisible, invisible, she's invisible, invisible. Her life is just perfect, always filled with laughter, she experiences new adventures in every chapter. She dances in the sunlight no shoes upon her feet enjoying the warmth of the mid day heat. She takes out her journal and begins to write, its the same routine every night. No one notices as she scribbles on the pages, no one glances over, no one engages. She's invisible, invisible, she's invisible, invisible. Her creation is a mirror of the girl inside, the one who is unseen by the people outside.