She is invisible

She is invisible,
people see through her.
Do you know when an epiphany dawns on them that she exists?
When they need something.
 When they need her notes,
 when they need her books,
 when need her water bottle,
when they need her lunch,
when they need her to teach them during the five minutes before the exam can begin.
She is otherwise imperceptible to their lens.
But, she is not sad, she is really happy.
rather, she pretends to be happy.
her eyes brimming with melancholic tears are unseen to them,
the vibes of her forlorn heart too.
  All she craves for is one soul who can listen to what she doesn't say.
She weeps but there is not a single soul to even see her cry.
they say that she should be more outgoing and outspoken.
 but do they know that she is drowning in the deadly deep sea of depression?
Do they know that she is struggling hard to be happy?
 Do they know that she is on the verge of giving up?
 She is waiting, for the day when she would find one soul, who is as fluent as she is in Silence