My voice is but a whisper in the wind,
A fading echo, a silent violin,
As others' songs ring out like a symphony,
I'm left alone with my melancholy.

I am a candle that cannot light
The shadows that surround me tight,
A wallflower in a field of roses,
A lost puzzle piece with no matches.

I yearn to be seen, to be heard,
But my cries fall on deaf ears, unheard,
I'm but a forgotten soul in a crowd,
A fleeting thought soon to be disavowed.

Do I not shine like the stars up above?
Do I not deserve a little love?
But alas, I'm left with naught,
A nobody in a world that forgot.
© dougienever