never shown ,
people treat me like a ghost ,
i come and go ,
never to be talked to ,
never to be liked or loved ,
treated like something to be recycled ,
or something forgotten ,
a one in a life time thing ,
i am a rare of me as i can get ,
one kind of my love,
one type of my care ,
the person who makes everyone happy,,
the one who hides emotions ,
people judge me then they become your friend ,
why did i do that,
because i try to see the person as who they really are,
then they leave me to go hang out with others ? ,
why treat me like that ? ,
then i leave and don't bother with you,
and don't come back because ,
you just want to bring me down ,
that's why being kind is a medicine ,
no being nice is a sickness
