I am a person with no name

and nothing to hide

cuz everybody thinks they know me

and judge me by the way i lied

they never cared about the real thing inside

the way i feel

they don't have spare time.

i try to find myself

all on my own

try to get lost

and try to get back home

but why isn't everybody happy to see me

it seems when i left 

they didn't even notice me.

i've got nothing to be afraid of,

got nothing to be ashamed

got nothing to be strong of,

got nothing to face

i've got nothing on my wallet,

 got nothing on my purse

got nothing to love,

got nothing to lose.

all i have is myself

and all the pain inside

we have to be together

we have to survive

i get used to all the pain

they exist since i was born

but why did they hit it most 

on the time i was alone.

but then i don't mind it

at least i try to

cuz i'm a person with no name

and no feelings too.

*the poem is dedicated to someone who felt invisible(at least in their world)