Why would I call out who I am when all the while my words fall on deaf ears.

For the screams that have been ripped from my throat have just left me hoarse.

And the tears I have cried for the ones I love have been pushed away by those who can’t stand to let them fall.

How do you expect to see me, when I’ve become consumed by the vanity that is society.

Because it’s hard to be an individual when you are indispensable

For I long to have somebody stand behind me because they know I’m worth following.

But how can anybody stand behind me if all they truly know is my shadow.