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Perfect
I don't exist
No one notices me
I am invisible
I used to think that people saw me, the real me, Ginny
They don't
They see Ron's sister
They see just another Weasley
They see the Weaselette
They see someone poor as dirt
They see a ragged little urchin
They see someone who was in some widespread school rumor with Voldemort in it
They see someone who should be mollycoddled
They see someone who needs protecting
They don't see me.
They don't see the little girl who is becoming a woman
They don't see the person who is crying out for someone to notice them
They don't see the female who wants to be seen, just once, just once, by someone who cares.
They don't see someone craving attention and never getting it, not enough, no, never enough.
My mom pays attention to me, and she loves me, and she tries to do everything she can for me.
She notices me, and I love her for that
She listens to me when I speak
She cares about my feelings
She doesn't try to protect me when I don't need it
She does protect me when she knows in her bones that I need a shelter
She goes shopping with me, giving me the only attention I get it
She notices me, and I love her for that
But I need more than just a mother's acknowledgement
I need the people around me to see that I am living
I need them
But I don't want to
They hold too much control over me
When they speak I jump
When they look my way, my heart starts beating; maybe they'll finally see me
When they look away again, my heart sinks even further down into myself than it was before.
After all, why would they care?
Why should they care?
I'm just invisible, blending into the background
When I see Harry, Ron, and Hermione, they're always together, with unbreakable bonds
They're almost bathed in light, they're worshipped that much
I want to be like them
I want people to look at me
I want people to admire me
I want people to talk about me in a good way
I want people to think I'm smart
I want people to think I look fine
I want people to think that I am at least there
I want people to notice me.
Whenever someone walks in a room, you acknowledge them, you see them.
Whenever I walk into a room, it's a surprise if anyone even bats an eyelash.
They just sit there, and the keep on doing what they were doing
If I walked around the school naked except for a flamboyant neon-green bow tie in my hair, I still think no one would notice me
No one has ever spoken to me unless I spoke to them first
Is this what everyone feels like?
I don't think so
Because if everyone felt like they weren't even a part of this world, they wouldn't be
And no one would exist
If you don't feel like you're a part of this world, you aren't
I don't feel like a part of this world
Because I'm not
Everyone just looks at me, and passes me by.
They don't even really see me
I'm invisible
They don't see me
Do you?
Perfect
I don't exist
No one notices me
I am invisible
I used to think that people saw me, the real me, Ginny
They don't
They see Ron's sister
They see just another Weasley
They see the Weaselette
They see someone poor as dirt
They see a ragged little urchin
They see someone who was in some widespread school rumor with Voldemort in it
They see someone who should be mollycoddled
They see someone who needs protecting
They don't see me.
They don't see the little girl who is becoming a woman
They don't see the person who is crying out for someone to notice them
They don't see the female who wants to be seen, just once, just once, by someone who cares.
They don't see someone craving attention and never getting it, not enough, no, never enough.
My mom pays attention to me, and she loves me, and she tries to do everything she can for me.
She notices me, and I love her for that
She listens to me when I speak
She cares about my feelings
She doesn't try to protect me when I don't need it
She does protect me when she knows in her bones that I need a shelter
She goes shopping with me, giving me the only attention I get it
She notices me, and I love her for that
But I need more than just a mother's acknowledgement
I need the people around me to see that I am living
I need them
But I don't want to
They hold too much control over me
When they speak I jump
When they look my way, my heart starts beating; maybe they'll finally see me
When they look away again, my heart sinks even further down into myself than it was before.
After all, why would they care?
Why should they care?
I'm just invisible, blending into the background
When I see Harry, Ron, and Hermione, they're always together, with unbreakable bonds
They're almost bathed in light, they're worshipped that much
I want to be like them
I want people to look at me
I want people to admire me
I want people to talk about me in a good way
I want people to think I'm smart
I want people to think I look fine
I want people to think that I am at least there
I want people to notice me.
Whenever someone walks in a room, you acknowledge them, you see them.
Whenever I walk into a room, it's a surprise if anyone even bats an eyelash.
They just sit there, and the keep on doing what they were doing
If I walked around the school naked except for a flamboyant neon-green bow tie in my hair, I still think no one would notice me
No one has ever spoken to me unless I spoke to them first
Is this what everyone feels like?
I don't think so
Because if everyone felt like they weren't even a part of this world, they wouldn't be
And no one would exist
If you don't feel like you're a part of this world, you aren't
I don't feel like a part of this world
Because I'm not
Everyone just looks at me, and passes me by.
They don't even really see me
I'm invisible
They don't see me
Do you?