Deep inside you cry for help,
you yell,
you scream,
you are NOT heard,

your voice is just like the others in the crowd,
you are the smallest thing ever to be known,
they don't know who or what you are,
a possible n o b o d y,

i wonder if you feel good inside,
do you feel pain,
have you felt love,
can you hate,
why haven't you been noticed?

all you can do is cry for help,
to be heard,
but you will never be heard..

-Moee