You see me standing in that crowded place,
people all around me,
But it's like i'm the only one there,
i'm the only one you see.

You blink and are startled,
You never got to clearly see my face,
and you wonder why,
I dissapeared with out a trace.

But you soon forgot,
and put it in the back of your mind,
as you were surrounded by friends,
just another memory for you to someday find.

For that's what everyone does,
no one really knows me,
they don't know who I am,
you ask and they respond 'who is she?'

The few people I know,
don't really see who I am,
they see a mirage,
Just one of my tricks, Shizam!

it's like i'm wearing a mask,
No one knows what's underneath it,
my second skin,
is a cover, just like a mit.

I suppose I do have days,
where I feel what it's like to be happy,
but very rarely,
for most of my days are crappy.

My only wish,
is for someone to come,
and make all this sadness,
come un-done.

But for now I shall,
remain the same,
an ordinary person,
who just seems lame.

And maybe by the time I meet you,
I may have come out,
for my mask is starting to annoy me,
with out a doubt.

A/N: Hey people this is just another poem, it doesn't mean anything it just poped into my head.

P.S
For people who read my story, yes, yes i know it's past update time i've just been having problems with my computer, expect another chapter soon. :o)