Like a window, you look right through.
Standing dead infront of you; can't you see me?
Reaching out, tapping you on the shoulder but you feel no touch.
I could just stand in front of you, but you see me not.
You walk right on through me; whats going on?
Im so alone. So cold, oh so cold.
These are the words of an invisible person alone....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sad truth of how we can be seen, but we are never truly alone in this world...