I dance to the coldest finger tips
Tears swim down my lips
I was born to be
A writer of
But nobody is listening
And my hands can't stop crying
I am the champion of the uncomprehended.
I am THE HERO
Of unnoticed inventions
I am the nothing ness
Ringing in the ears
Of the nobodies listening
I am alone
I was born to be a writer of words with
No voices
Sometimes it hurts to speak at all.