I've always been the outcast.
The one that people don't see.
The shy, nerdy little girl who always looks happy.
Then the clouds roll over, the gray skies fill with rain.
That once happy little girl sighs and whimpers in pain.
At first, it's subtle, but then they see the limp.
When asked what's wrong; it's nothing. I'm just being a wimp.
All of a sudden, people notice. And worse, pretend to care.
"Honey, don't do this, it's ok" "if you need me, i'll be there"
Sure now you will. Why not before? I didn't send invitations, but now there's more.
People flood from every direction.
Because of the pain, comes unwanted affection.
You weren't there before, so don't show up now. 
You won't be my hero; just get out.