Since the beginning of my time
I have not existed.
Once or twice i became translucent. But
I've always had this transparent structure.
And even though I take up a reasonable amount of
space,
You do not see me, nor feel me, nor
can you talk to me, nor can you touch hold and
stroke my hair.
So when I cry my transparent tears
or slip through your solid fingers
how
tell me why
Should I pour my
heart out
to you.
When you can't even see me for who I really am.
