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People all around me,
walking though their lives.
Working, playing, sleeping, joking,
watching the time fly.

I feel as if hidden,
looking at them pass.
I bow my head deeper,
not wanting it to last.

Can't they see me cry,
as tears run down my face?
Why do they not care?
Am I just out of place?

They always look right through me,
looking at cellophane.
Now I'm keeping on this face,
of everlasting pain.