I'm special for them
And I'm invited
But my shackled heart
Never lets me in
All the occasions and smiles
Feels like I'm dead again
Broken and torn my breath
Smiling for them again
I'm present with them
But invisible
I'm treated fair
Joyfully holding despair
The freshness of the dark
And my silent mind
Nothing I perceive
Struggling for the beam
I'm here...there too
Witnessing it all
Alone in my carved corner
Silently holding tears back
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