No one

I'm here, I know it!
Though I can't prove it...
Though I talk and no one listens,
and no one wipes the tear that glistens
as it makes its way to my chin
and drips, jumps. Rather that than live the yen.

I'm here, I must be here.
Though no one holds me dear,
though no one hears my soft sobs
and while in the corner, no one robs
me of my right to feel useless,
to feel, that all my efforts are fruitless...

I'm alive, I exist?
Though I'm not often missed,
Though no one seems to care
that I don't smile or share
in the joy, of a sunny day.
Am I no one? Should I pray...

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