I fade away with utmost ease.
I fail to speak,
I fail to please.
If only anyone really sees,
That I am not so weak.
And try to talk to tell you so,
But everyone leaves,
Wherever I go.
They can’t see this pain,
This pain that I show,
And these pleadings that I shriek.
And underneath this hardened shell,
Lay fire and brimstone
That spews out from hell.
They can’t see how much I actually fell,
And that I am now unknown.
From fire I come,
To tell you misfortune.
That haunts you until day,
Brings forth the sun.
For I was not needed.
Not need by one.
They can’t see how much I’ve grown…