The Works of Nobody

I

I feel their eyes,

but they don't look at me.

I hear their laughter,

but their lips don't move.

I want to dissappear,

but I want to be noticed.

I'm not memorable,

but the action I do are.

I'm a naive little bird,

who just wants to feel free.

 Free of Judgement.

 Free of Disasters.

 Free of Tragedies.

 Free to be me,

 ......without mockery.