people think they know what it is like to be me. spent, wrecked, unsure, tired, broken.... DONE. they don't know. they haven't walked in my shoes. being mistreated ,misused. being in the shadows hidden from plain sight. hardly ever treated right.

but what am i saying? i have no voice. hardely ever do i have a choice. i am merely a reflection, a glisten in the snow, a bird among the flock, a lonely child never known. i'm just here .