What am I to you?
Am I like a sibling?
A friend?
A shadow?
A monster..?
A nobody...?
Yes, 'a nobody' is the phrase one would use to describe me.
I'm like the faint echo rising and crashing over the ocean waves. Barely heard, but merely invisible.
No, I am invisible. To the human eye and to all that exist.
You could ask the girl
Who sits quietly under the stairs in the loby to the library. "Who do you speak of? Oh, no, sorry I dont know her."
You could ask the boy on the pottery wheel, who creates such masterpieces with only his imagination as his weapon.
Silent he stays. No words to speak for the question has no meaning. No life. No reason to exist.
But then why bother to ask? Dont. You dont ask.
You keep silent. Like the crickets during the day.
YOU ARE READING
My Crown Of Shame
RandomMy book for my thoughts. No judgment, I will use this to rant my problems when I feel alone. Also will be used for new book ideas, song ideas, and other stuffs.
