I am mute
Surounded by hundred of facesless
My mere words fall like ash on tounge
Yet almost tastless
My stature by virtue
I am small
While those faceless
Are skyscraper tall
Even as the sun falls down on me
I remain in the shadows unseen
I often wonder am i existing in this world
Or just the space inbetween
And as i go to sleep each night
Tears fall from my eyes
But none of those faceless notice
No one ever hears my cries!
