Lonely Poem by leen Akel MNSR

Its quiet, its boring
no one ever calling
its dull when its bright
though i have no one to fight

Crying myself to sleep at night
hoping tomorrow will be all right
groups of people walking by
some of them just too sly

Invisible, yes I am
to them not because I can
people, yes they can see
but to them I am as small as a flee

Never talked to just pointed at
to them I am known as the mute little fat
tried my best just to fit in
but always ended back in the bin

They think it would ruin the fame
so they make me take the blame
guilty that is how I feel
because they are just not real