Invisable man
I walk amoung,
the normal crowd.
But I must be hidden,
in a concealing shroud.
People pass by and,
dont bother to see.
that inside this body,
there is a soul to set free.
Sure I might be rough,
around the edges.
But i might as well,
be hiding in the sedges.
Inside there is waiting,
a person to explore.
All my life I have thought,
there has got to be more.
When people pass by,
and dont even look.
Makes me feel like a cover,
of an underrated book.
Without a quick hello,
or "hi what's your name".
I wonder... is it me,
or is society to blame.
It really doesnt take much,
to make a new friend.
But in the long run it seems,
I will be alone once again.
Some people seem to be,
able to meet people so easy.
They look casual and smile,
comes so natural its eerie.
So what is to become,
of that invisable man.
Way upstairs god must,
have an imaculate plan.
Because to be left alone,
for so many years.
The only reasponse is,
for a person to come to tears.
For one day people will see,
that under this heavy scruff.
The actual person inside,
is'nt actaully that tough.