How come no one sees what needs to be seen,
or hear what needs to be heard,
or does what needs to be done.

Don't you see those kids laughing in the halls?
Don't you see them trip me when I walk?
Someone please tell me you see me when I hide
in the bathroom stalls, tell me you see when the tears began to fall.

Can't you hear them talk?
All the rumors seem to follow me,
all the lies are so very haunting.
Why can't you hear me crying for help through my silence?

I don't care about my future,
I don't care about my scars,
who cares what they say?
That shouldn't matter at all.
Please tell me why you seek the truth in everyone other than me?
How come you assume the worse when it comes to me?
Can't you learn to care, or listen, or see?
Is this my imagination or are you really this selfish?

I can't say that I need you, because I don't.
I just need to know why you run after money instead of truth,
instead of safety.
This suicides in your hands,
I hope you see this.
I hope you hear this.
And I sure the hell hope you feel this too.