In many ways, I'm still that little girl
The little girl who was told she was ugly, the little girl who hid from mirrors
The little girl who stayed in packs, for fear of being alone with her mind
The little girl who learned from the reactions of others, not to speak, but to write her madness into rhyme

-s.n

I scream and I shout and I jump up and down
But no one cares to listen
I cry and I beg and I plea with the crowd
But no one cares to listen
Am I invisible? Is everyone deaf?
Or does no one care to listen?
Are people blind? Am I dead?
Or does no one care to listen?
I want someone to notice me, to say that it’s okay
To wipe away the tears, show me that the world’s not grey.
Just have someone be there, always night and day-
But sadly, no one cares to listen.
Can someone, anyone hear my cry?
If no one does, I think I might die
I’m running out of tears to cry
But no one cares to listen
No one cares to listen
No one cares.
Listen