Is it not the strangest of things, how people feel like they are invisible until someone sees them?
The strangest of things how, they are ugly until someone calls them beautiful
The strangest of things, how they are silent until someone asks them
How they love because someone loved them first
How they matter because someone remembered them
How they are worth it because he put a ring on it
How they believe in themselves because you say you do
Who are we when no one else is there?
Am I not here until some else is?
Do my opinions not matter until someone asks first?
Is no one there until someone else is?
Are we all the other or just one of them?
It is the strangest of things to not exist until someone else does