Wish I was invisible,
Hanging on the corner
Of every room.
Can you see me?
Do you hear me?
Feel hidden
And enigmatic
As a new moon.
Who are you?
-  I ask to my reflection -
Trapped in an
Unperfected being,
Living a defected live,
Overwhelmed with
Feeling sorry for yourself.
Wish I was unseen
To this world,
So damaged,
shallowed and unclear.

2 degraus subidos:

Inspira. Escreve.