I am a silhouette.

I lurk in the classrooms, and scuffle along the corridors.

I give off not but a whisper as I pass by.

It's my call, my plea, my cry.

I live amongst the shadows where I am indistinguishable.

I am noticed not but when the spotlight is on me. It blinds me. It pains me.

I will someday become obsolete, but nobody will know that I was ever there.

I am just not meant to be seen.

I am just a silhouette.