I am invisible.
   I am not seen.
   I am ignored.
   They say one day all this pain will be invisible.
The pain is cutting like a knife.
   I used to be wild, free, and seen.
Now, I’m the kind of girl who sits on the curb, doesn’t say a word, and waits for the world.
   Invisible.
   No longer.
   They will see me. I will not be invisible.
   Ready or not, tonight I’m breaking out.
Everybody will look and I will not be invisible.
   I will be a shining star.
   My pain will be invisible, but not me.
   You might as well throw rocks. You can’t break these feelings.
   Today was the last day I stayed on the curb. Today was the last day I stayed invisible.
   I've chased down my demons. They are invisible.
   I change myself all the time. Why? I’m so mean when I talk about myself. Why?
   None of us are invisible!
   I can make the voices in my head like me, so can you! I can come back swinging, so can you! I will not be broken and I will not be invisible!
   There’s so much more to life than what we’re feeling!
   Don’t let that be invisible!

   Everything deserves to be visible.