Unseen

The power of the unseen will never be known We hide away, forgotten, in a world our own No insufferable drama, no heartbreak or tears Yet the yearning consumes us, for an acknowledgment as unseen death becomes one of our greatest fears And In some ways they see us Unconsciously in their minds They need us to exist, thus We hang back, biding our time There may come a day, perhaps, where maybe we won't show What would you do then? Sorry we won't be there for to fall back on, but oh! How sad for you, no longer will you step on me How interesting you say how much you love me, But you hold me back. From being me.