Transparent, invisible, alone
is that really what I'm to be?
These people know my name, my face
but what do they really see?
Eyes that reflect ignorance
lips that speak no words
skin that feels like nothing
and ears that have never heard.
Temper that cracks like a whip in the hush
the hunter, the lion, the lamb.
Yet even though these things are true,
It's still just who I am.