I'm like an extra, Unnoticeable until I play a crucial part in the movie. The dying flower stained with red. I appear to be alive but I'm actually dead. The rain on a cloudy day, I fall down then i dissipate. The paint on the walls that gets exchanged for other colors. The broken pencil that gets thrown away. I'm like glue I dry out and my color fades to translucent. I am the umbrella used to keep the rain away. I am replaceable
