What I'm To Be

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.