𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝓘 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵

I fade into the shadows.
There is not much light on my side.
I’m secluded…not many places to hide.
But yet I’m invisible.
I wish you could hear my soul.
I used to feel whole.
I wish I were an echo, my voice is powerful but silenced.
Drowning under pressure.
Clouded by the vibrant souls around me.
I’m the unique mineral you don’t see
I’m worth a lot, but I’m buried.
I wish I was the sun.
I’ve attempted several times to be seen.
They won’t let me.
Maybe one day.
Maybe when there is an eclipse of society.
When all the other suns’ will be covered.
Maybe then they’ll be just as invisible.
Maybe they’ll feel how I feel…empty.