Unmoved the pages

Stilled in a frame

Threadbare, the words disappear

I have been away from the world of words
But words never do leave
Shadows to keep
From East to West
Visible or not, play of light
Dawn to dusk, forever to believe
In words and world of words

At times like this,
drowned in misery
and suffocated by the night,
I wish I could hear you say
"It's alright."

To ask you to recite it,
I couldn't bear.
Yet still,
I yearn to hear.

Deathly afraid to be troublesome,
I stay silent,
while the pain in my chest
grows violent.

I could never
be someone I'm not,
and everything I do
is for naught.

I can't be
someone I'm not.
Knowing my futility
is leaving me distraught.

For you to notice me
is what I want, it seems.
But I could never say so,
and it will remain
a dream.