Am I invisible?
Or do I shine so bright, people refuse to look at me?
Maybe this is why I’m so critical;
because no one helps me when I bleed.

Am I just a shadow?
Destined to fade away.
Never to know if my heart is hollow
or if I glow brighter every day.

Am I truly no one?
?I wish some one would tell.
Do I look as if my seams could come undone,
or if I could put people under an awing spell?

Am I just another face in the crowd?
Never to be actually seen.
If only my laugh sounded smoother yet loud,
I could be more than a faceless teen.

And I just don’t know
if I’m meant to be ignorable.
Or if people are so envious of my seemingly absent woes.
I just don’t want to be invisible.