I walk down the streets, my hood pulled low,
Hands in my pockets, going with the flow,
No-one can notice me, wherever I go,
I am not here; I am
Hidden.

The smile on my face is plastic, unreal,
The words, “I’m fine,” is not how I feel,
Hopeless, helpless, at Despair’s feet I kneel,
I am not here; I am
Hidden.

I stagger through life, I fall at every stone,
No-one even looks at me, I am alone,
Beaten and punished,  suffer without a moan
I am not here; I am
Hidden.

Standing on the bare edge of insanity,
People walk by, for me there is no pity,
There are no limits to the cruelty of humanity,
I am not here; I am 
Hidden.

Inside me, darkness is raging, untamed,
Others fly above me while I lie, I am lamed,
By the trial of life I have failed, I am maimed,
I am not here; I am 
Hidden.

No point. No one can see me.
They won’t listen me, there is no apology,
Sadness, tragedy, denying reality,
I am not here.

I am

Hidden.