She feels invisible Full of insecurities, of doubts No matter how much she reminds herself That's she's not worth the struggle She's still tired of people and their nonsense People talk and gossip Refusing to understand why She's invisible People laugh and enjoy life Why can't she? The capability of being noticed It makes her envious Living seems impossible Being forced to live this "normality" What's wrong with being different? She's invisible People scared of homosexuals, suicides, and "freaks" Nothing's wrong with them People feel unwanted-she feels unwanted Undecided, under appreciated, never understood Being afraid to even show her true self She's invisible Praying to be loved She's hidden Hiding who she is from fear Making those beautiful artworks in her room Her arms being her canvases Sitting, thinking in the shower for ages Always guilty for no reason She's invisible
There isn't really a sad or depressing backstory to this, just a little something I wrote when I was like 12 or so. Hope you guys enjoy it.