I am the outcast
the opinion that does not matter
the personality that is pleasantly friendly and the percption that is too contraversial to acknowledge.
The presence that is unknown and the voice that is hushed so you cant hear.
the body that is invisible to the naked eye.
the friend that does not exist until you need something.
the human being that feels so unloved.
the eye that has seen the saddest of days. but made it through.
and the heart that has felt the anguish of all suffering.
the unnattainable aspirations.
i am still a hidden tresure striving to be found.