I was a total unknown girl whom few people are close with. Those around me assume I’m that introverted, mysterious girl. I am known to be quiet and behave all the time. It was a bit scary to think about how they see me, as maybe they think I’m clumsy but never make mistakes towards my fellow.

I am the person they run to if they need help; they all think I can help them at their worst. Sometimes I realize that I’m closer to being a slave, but I end up gaslighting myself into thinking that I’m just too soft to say no. I keep denying the fact that I’m invisible every time they don’t need me. They don’t notice my absence or even my presence most of the time.

Maybe they didn’t forget about me, but they always fail to recognize me and keep me in their minds if I’m not in front of them. I also find it weird when they look at me—those eye contacts I always try to...