Sometimes

The world has given a lot of cases,

While every time I would be the individual 

That could just be invisible 

to everything and everyone around.

I should just never make a sound,

Because if I did,

Then it is exactly the type of anger that is built inside,

To be just noticed by somebody that would know that I was alive.

There are those who feel this same pain,

For that equal isn't fair and neither none of us are aware.

Life can be short or long compared to the views;

Anyone knows that people can choose? 

To be heard and said is the impatient one

while the listening of silence has truly won.

Can anyone in this world be guilty of a crime,

That took away a person's time?

Sometimes... I wonder if there is a world.

Sometimes... the thought of death can never be heard.

                                                                             -Candero Doriel