I don't exist... 
At least, I don't think I do
But if you happen to meet me
Stop by and say hello
Or you can just walk past... bye
I won't mind, I promise
Just as long as I'm acknowledged
That will be enough
To tether me into existence
To mold me into shape
Will I be accepted for who I am?
I do wonder if I can stay...
Is that too much to ask?
Or will I be pushed away?
Into seclusion... Into despair?
I guess I'll find out soon
But a strange song calls to me
A sweet lullaby which beckon the lids to stay shut
However, a faint silhouette keeps them half ajar