Sitting in a crowded room, everybody has something to say, i try to tell a story but nobody would listen.
At that moment when i try to raise my voice, i just realise that am blocked out. I sit alone in a crowed room and i wonder what my purpose is.
Much of a helper thats all i am, much of a planner thats what i am, so much of a listener and a talker when something needs to be solved, but less than that am blocked out, less than that am invisible. Thats what i am just less than that
When you just realise that people only come to you when they need help, less than that you are unknown.