there's a girl;
who sits under the bleachers,
just another day »eating alone.«
and though she smiles,
there is something she's hiding,
and she can't find a way to relate.
but she just goes unnoticed;
as the crowd {passes by.}
and she'll pretend to be busy,
when inside,
she just wants to cry.
and she'll say:

\\take a little look//
at the life of miss always invisible.
look a little closer,
i really, really want you to
[[put yourself in her shoes.]]
.:take another look:.
at the face of miss always invisible.
look a little harder,
and maybe then you will see;
w h y  s h e  w a i t s  f o r  t h e  d a y .
       WHEN YOU'LL ASK HER HER NAME. ♥

miss invisible; marie digby