"I am the background person.The one who no one knows -The one who’s never noticed,When he comes..."

“I am the background person.

The one who no one knows -

The one who’s never noticed,

When he comes and goes.

I have been forgotten,

And people pass me by -

And when I’m crying,

No one asks: how, or when, or why.

As absent as the whitewash,

Which hides away the walls -

The one who lives - indifferently -

And they never cared at all…

No, they never cared at all.”

- broken poetry (via br-o-ken-poetry)