I can see her. She really is the greatest sight you could ever see, but I seem to be the only one who knows that. She doesn't know the way I see her is different to the way others see her. I want to scream to the world that she is so beautiful but I can't, because the world doesn't want to hear me. Even if I vanished off the trace of the planet, no one would care or even notice. I wish I could say that she would notice me, but thats just not the case at all. I walk past her every single day, just hoping maybe she'll look up from the floor for once. I smile every time I walk past her, but I may as well be invisible.
