Do you know how often,
I stand there?
But you don't see me,
I disappear like thin air.
You don't hear me speak,
it's like a shout in the void,
and I'm dying inside,
but you seem annoyed.
Does my existence annoy you,
is there a point anymore?
Everything I have to say,
is pointless I'm sure.
If I were to leave,
just like thin air,
no one would notice,
no one would care.
