Shadowy Figure

I think noone will like me or see the real me.
And if they do they'll run away like it was never meant to be.
Like im a dust storm being carried by the wind.
or just a really bad mortified sin.

They'll try to figure me out but fail.
They'll try to make me happy and let my winds set sail.
I'm like a puzzle with a thousand broken pieces.
Impossible to put back together, but makes giving up easier.

The crunching of paper being cleanched by a fist .
The disappearing of the sun getting hidden by the mist.
The slashing of wrists compared to being tickled by a feather.
The dark stormy clouds compared to happy sunshine weather.

The feeling of being a nobody in a big lonely place.
Like going to a new school and not knowing a face.
Feeling different because of what you wear.
And having so many people always stare.

Like a shadow in the fog, or tears in the rain.
That no-one can see or feel my pain.
Im disappearing slowly into a white light.
And soon I will be in nobody's sight.