Becoming invisible is not very hard. It is easy to be born like this, you even won’t need the invisible cloak for this. You just need to choose the wrong gender or state of mind, and you are in the club. One that is not sharing a common opinion about how people should be, should become or should behave.
Being invisible is hard to live. No matter what you do, and how hard you try, you will remain invisible. The person without the voice, the person without choice, the person without the soul. One that will always need to push forward to still be alive. One that will be doing other jobs, so you can remain anything more than just a number in a statistic.
Being invisible is hard to recognize. You constantly keep asking yourself is it something wrong with you, am I not doing enough, am I not someone I should be. The real answer is it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter what you do, be or think, invisibility is constant and you can’t get rid of it.
Being invisible can look like fun. As you can say directly to the people, that you are invisible, and they will not believe you, reassuring you, that they can see you, they know you, they have been with you. The unspoken truth is that they were there with their expectations from you, with their vision of you, without even asking your permission to do this.
Being invisible is a gift. At least it should be in some way. At least everyone reassuring you that it is. And you should believe. Should.