I think I am here but people don't notice that
I keep breathing but people don't realize
Just because you are there doesn't mean that you exist
The things that matter is to glow to shine
I can't I say out loud, I tried but I can't
My nature is to be shy, not to show off
I can't move elegantly, I can't walk being something more
I just want to cry for the way I am,
I become more and more invisible
until the time I consider I am not here anymore
My spirit is destroyed, my soul is broken
I feel I fly away randomly without a purpose
without a lay.
People are right, I am invisible
even I think I am like that
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem