The picture,
a blank, formal take,
Expressing not your smile,
Nor your happiness, But
your dissapointment,
You're hard, stern,
Miserable.

Your number,
you are not a person,
You are a digit in the eyes of the
Gods, noone cares who you
are, what you do, where
you go, do what you
please, they don't turn their
heads.

Your name,
a title that cannot
suggest your character,
People shout it, but
sometimes never know
the person underneath,
The most beautiful
name, the most
hideous idiot

Coming from the other
side of the world,
No one cares.