The quiet girl who stands all alone.
The blonde one who seems to have no place to go,
The skinny one who just can’t seem to fit in.
The one who covers every feeling with a grin,
To hide the discomfort, the darkness inside,
But it just didn’t work no matter how hard she tried.
Who is she?
Do you know her?
How is she?
Do you see her?
The girl who tries to keep to the shadows.
The girl who tries to stay behind the curtain that won’t close.
The girl who suddenly wants to be different.
The girl who wants a social life present--
To talk to, to laugh with, to go to,
To be understood, to know someone like you.
You don’t know who she is.
You don’t know her.
You don’t know how she is.
You don’t see her.
The girl who wishes she could be someone she’s not.
The girl who is tired of being the person forgot
The girl who so badly wants to be seen.
The girl who lives her life in a dream.
Of a life, of a difference, of anything
Of a voice, of a purpose, of everything.
You won’t know who she is.
You won’t know her.
You won’t know how she is.
You won’t see her.
That girl is invisible;