Invisible

Invisible is how I feel, Beauty makes me real. Dark Eyes, elegant skin, A passion for life, and a nature to settle in. A person with art, And  beautiful hands, A smile like no other. The cutest feet you have ever seen. A person that's actually happy is what I mean. A person that can draw, a person that can write. A person excited to show what's deep inside of her. She loves animals, and is so out going, she shows her harmony, and passions like a book. She speaks and everyone turns to look. She touches someone, and it makes them fall in to a small coma. But the things you do not see, are right behind her hands. The worries are behind her eyes, The tears inside you can't see. she is so strong, She can't show it. and even if you asked, she wouldn't tell it. She feels if a person is weak, it  makes them unsteady and it will make them fall flat on their face, She believes in grace and harmony, and shows not a trace, of the dark world she sees. She sees ghosts, and young children with disease, She sees earth shattering in to a million pieces, She sees everyone going at war, She sees tones of people falling in to hell. And still she must not dwell On things she can't change, So don't be fooled when she doesn't remember your name, Because she does. Written September 24th, 2001 © on Sep 23 2001 06:56 PM PST, Shelly   0 • 1