Looking at the window & up the sky
i ask myself, the reason of my life.
As i lay in bed & think all the day
hoping this feeling will go away.
Walking down the park & looking around,
i look at myself & want to be found.
With every time i try,
i feel like my throat gets dry.
Dancing around in my room,
It feels like such a bloom.
Sometimes i feel like a tree,
Being ignored not only by the breeze.
So that's when i feel invisible,
& look up at yourself Visible.
