Look around, but do not see
the person that she might be.
No one knows that she is present,
everyone just ignores her soft and gentle speech.
Would anyone miss her,
if she were gone?
Would they even notice?
Maybe someone,
No.. No... no one would even care.
It's better off,
they are better off,
the world is better off if she weren't here.
People may look, but do they see,
can they see her pain, of course not.
She isn't there only a figment really,
just a blemish in everyones day to day lives.
She is like the wind or the sad song of the rain,
there but unseen, unheard, she is invisible.
