See Me

Do they see me, do they know,
all the feelings I have to show?
Or am I something they just pass on by?
As I sit here just wanting to cry.
Am I invisible or don't they care,
all the things I could share?
I wish they could see what I have inside.
Instead of me having to run and hide.
But they refuse to see all the parts of me.
And all the things that I could be
They just look and pretend
I'm the girl who they'll hopefully never see again.