• I am the observer in the corner, who know one understands.
    I wonder if the world will notice.
    I hear the cries, shouts, and fears of others and
    I see that no one sees or hears mine
    I want to be heard and understood, but
    I am only the observer in the coner, who no one understands.

    I pretend that I am okay, but
    I feel like I am dying a little more each day.
    I touch the world around me, but leave no imprint
    I worry that there is nothing for me
    I cry inside for all the things I regret for
    I am just the observer in the corner, who no one understands.

    I understand that this is who I am.
    I say that the world is unfair and
    I dream for a day in which differences no longer matter
    I try to yell and scream and
    I hope to be listened to, not just heard, but
    I am still the observer in the corner, who no one understands.