When will I be more

Be more than a simple soul

A complex mind

Or a broken heart

When will people stop catcalling me in the street

Or staining my mind with the looks they give

When will my body be more than just a pleaser for the eye

When will my mind be more than just an escape

When will you see me

When am I going to go away

When will I learn that today is just not my day

When will people listen to my quiet voice

When will I be able to rejoice

I've learned that my happy days have long passed

I've learned that the people I once trust were not as good as I saw them

I've learned pain from everyone around me

I've learned to keep quiet

To keep head down

I've learned people just want my body

I've learned people just want to make me someone else

I've learned that I am nothing

Not even a side character in my own life

More or less an invisible background character

The one who's voice has yet to be heard

Who's mind is running with ideas

The one everyone can forget about

I am aware of my names

I am aware of the lies about me

I am aware no one wants me

I don't want me either

So I ask

Time and time again

When will I be more