“Am I invisible?” she asks herself one day 
Why do people walk right through me? 

No one sees this hurt, lonely, defenseless little girl. 
But I do. She’s sitting over there crying… 

Crying and calling for that special person 
I go over to her, scoop her up in my arms, and say to her 

I know I am not that person you have been calling for 
But maybe someday…maybe someday I can be that person for you. 

She grew, and she grew with me 
She may not be beautiful, she may not be great, but she isn’t invisible. 

Some people still don’t see. 
But that little girl was the little girl living inside of me.