I'm invisible.
I'm forgettable.
I won't pretend I don't care,
But it also doesn't bother me,
In the way aches don't matter
Because you're used to them.
So look at him,
Dressed to the nines every day,
With a winning smile
And loping gait.
His intelligence is proven
By the school he attends.
I will pass by unseen,
In my jeans and t-shirt.
I'm used to it,
I know that to so many,
I'm not there.
Those that see me,
Some care for me so much
I am always there and they always hear me.
A few see me
Because they're invisible too.
It's no surprise to this invisible girl
That superboy doesn't seem
To look twice at her.
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