She is a nobody,
People see right through her,
By all means,
She is the true definition of invisibility
But it is her fault,
She chose to detach herself,
No, she didn’t choose, she can’t help it but separate,
because she’s not like all the others.
Even under the infinite amount of stars in the sky,
Among the other six billion people on the streets,
She couldn’t help feeling isolated.
There is just no place for her,
and her problems.
She wished she could say,
“There is another side of me,
That you all could love”
But sadly, there’s none
But hope isn’t entirely gone,
Even though she said she wouldn’t hope much,
Good things are welcome,
Maybe one day someone will see the complete her, great
But if none comes around, it’s okay too.