I'm like the whisper in the crowd, no one can hear me even if I shout. People scream and yelp, and everybody comes to help. Then why not for me, I'm still a person can't you see. I'm like the drop in the ocean, nothing changes with my motion. I'm invisible, incapable. I'm like the clay they try to shape, I'm like the vilain without the cape. I move with every finger, and they're touch still lingers. Why can't I have a meaning? Why am just nothing? All the other wolves howl, with all their anger they growl. But I can't even breathe, the lingering pain can't leave. I can't show my unfiltered face, and others investigate the wrong case. I'm like a popet, forcing a smile, a lie. People deceive my convincing mask, people don't even ask. I've carved a smile with the knife, creating this fake life. Hiding the rain, replaced by the sun triggering burning pain. I'll never show my real identity, people believe the self-made fantasy. I guess no one will see my true colors, and my presence gradually becomes smaller.