Visible

Though the day is but bright,
I can’t see its true colored light.

At the end of the tunnel I stare aimlessly,
Loosing all hope & my dignity.

Sometimes feeling neglected or alone,
Never can find a place to call home.

I suffer from longing, challenged by hate,
Why can’t I escape this horrid fate?

You will never see who I really am………………...Therefore…….
……….......................................................why should I see you?