Invisible.

Sometimes I wonder,
As all these people walk past,
As my screams and my cries grow in number,
If I am really so insignificant, that I can be forgotten and ignored so fast.
Why can't they hear me?
So blind to my pain and my joy, my laughter or my voice.
No matter how hard I try, for some reason they can't see.
The girl lost in loneliness and rage, trying to gain recognition with all of her noise.