I've always have been.
My screams are as loud as the ocean waves a pure calmness to your ears.
Like a leaf that's blows away but it doesn't matter because the trees will grow again.
When all those things are gone Ill be like a fragment of your memory because you never even saw me anyways.
So what does it matter who I am?
Did you see me?
Did you hear me?
The captivating thought lingers in my brain.
I was here and no one even notice.