I am tired of living in a world were my voice does not exsist and i am a ghost...
'exscuse me? ' i would ask, but the person would walk right through me
Scream and shout no one will listen
They do not care that my story is invisible...
Who am I really to them?
I must find a way to be seen and heard!
Finally..I walk on stage with my poem in my hands.
I felt their eyes stairing...
They can see me! ?