They don't notice me,
Sitting there with a poet inside,
Screaming to be set free.

I am invisible to all,
Just the shy quiet girl,
That always walks the hall.

I don't feel alive,
I am counting down the days,
And hoping I'll survive.

I need to let go,
Reveal the true me,
To show them what I know.

I want to scream,
Tell the world who I am,
About all the things I dream.