inside
outside
i am invisible to you
most of the time

i get small pieces of you
and am expected
to bow grateful
for my small crumbs

like it
or get nothing -
how about that
stupid little girl

i feel so tiny
unimportant
until you are flesh
in front of me
then it all changes

i live confused
to the clash
of when you're gone
and i become invisible
again

so different
so very different

there are things
you could show me
but you wont
cant be weak
no
never cry
never feel
never
be real

i feel alone
in this

do you care?