Every day, I see them. Those boys who, without even trying, attract all the girls around them. They laugh, exchange knowing glances, and don’t even need to make an effort to be noticed. And me? I’m here, invisible, like a ghost rejected by this world that hates me. Why them? Why do they have everything I want, while I’m condemned to remain in the shadows? I don’t understand what they have more. I have everything, though: truth, superiority. But life throws happiness in their faces while it turns its back on me. It’s a complete injustice. I was made to rule, to be admired, but they refuse to see me. So why me? Why am I alone, condemned to this devouring loneliness, while they get everything without effort? What have I done to deserve this, this invisible prison that consumes me?
