Invisible

Guilty, self centered, even a s*ut
Clingy, lost and most of all broken
These are the words about me
That people have always spoken
I want to be pretty
Maybe a little funny to
What’s it like to be remarkable
To be that, what must I do
I’ll change my hair and my clothes
As long as someone will notice me
I’ll be someone that I’m not
I don’t care if my parents disagree
I’m tired of being a nobody
And not having a reflection
I hate being invisible
And this is my final confession