If only I could be a fairy.
Invisible to the people
who don't want me.
Clear as day
to the people who truely love me.
Maybe they wouldn't see me.
Maybe they wouldn't see the
fairy dust shooing out my ass.
Maybe they wouldn't see the
beauty that wasn't hidden very well by my sadness.


Maybe then you could see,
that you couldn't see me.
So does that mean...

you don't love me?

I could care less, really.

Because they can see me.