Endless Possibilities

She is nothing
no one of importance
lost with no one looking
invisible to the glance

who is she that i see
is it me, could it be?

That girl once was someone
but she died long ago
after years of abuse
from her home she did go

who is she that i see
is it me, could it be?

Running away, far away
she slipped into the night
and now she survives
on the wrong side of right

who is she that i see
is it me, could it be?

People try to fix her
not caring shes not broken
its their job to 'love and protect'
and stay deaf to all words spoken

who is she that i see
is it me, could it be?

She remains nothing
no more importance than dirt
silent as the shadows
convinced of no self-worth