Feb 07, 2006 20:32
I can't help but feel like a voyeur, like I was observing intently.
watching but not a part of anything
uninvited
you carry on
go about your busy lives
but do you see the quiet critic?
of course not
so deny me
the priviledge of a common smile
and don't look as I fade away into background
I blend in with the walls
always have,
chameleon until its too late
for when I finally wish to be noticed
no one can hear me
and I've become a stranger to all
even myself