It is just passed sunset
All the lights have been
Turned down low; she
Hears the distant smack of rocks on water.

She closes her eye
Knowing all is well;
Nothing can hurt her
She is perfectly safe...

It's half past midnight,
And she wakes with a start;
She reaches up to place a shaking hand
Over her heart...

All around her is black,
No other color apparent.
She lays back down, wishing
Her dream hadn't happened...

"A dream, it was all a dream"
She tells herself over and over.
It was no ordinary dream;
But a nightmare that would
Begin soon...

I loved him with all my heart,
And he loved me the same way.
He told me so; there was a tender,
Loving tone to his words.

We were filming a movie one day;
He didn't seem like himself.
Everytime he said, "I'm fine",
But I could tell he wasn't; I
Could tell there was something wrong.

We finished filming, and they went on their way.
He hugged me good-bye, but it felt as though
He was saying good-bye forever; I knew something
Was wrong, but I just couldn't figure out what.

I talked to him that night, like I always did;
And that's when he told me we could no longer be
Together. I was heartbroken at the message, I thought
That it was somehow my fault, that I had caused it.

I just couldn't believe it.
Devistation filled my thoughts
As I tried to comprehend what had happened.
I tried to talk to him, but both of us were too upset.

It's been several months since we went our seperate ways,
But the feelings I had harbored for him, are coming back to
Haunt me, and I don't know what to do.
Should I tell him how I really feel? Or should I keep still?

I feel as though I'm standing in the middle of a giant room full of people;

The people having no recognizable features, standing talking to one another,

As though they were mindless zombies, programmed to do nothing but chatter and carry on.

I can feel my mouth move, but nothing but bloodcurdling screams exiting my mouth.

I feel my heart breaking as I continue to scream; no one bothering to look up;

No one who even bothered to show concern at all. I stop screaming, and feel

Myself walk amongst the crowd, looking into their nonexistent faces, trying to find one

Familiar face. My efforts were futile, but I didn't give up hope; I was bound and determined to

Find one familiar face in a sea of unfamiliarity and despair.

I was about to give up all hope when I finally found what I was looking for.

His face was that of compassion and caring; his eyes had a soft loving light to them.

I reached out to caress his beautiful face, when it hit me: he couldn't see me.

I am invisible to him. He cannot see me, for I am nothing but a figment of his imagination.

I longed to be standing there with him, to be apart of the crowd, but I knew I couldn't, for I am but a figment of everyone's imagination; they cannot see me, but I can see them.

I long to be apart of the crowd, to be accepted for who I am, but I know I can't.

In order for me to belong, I must be visible to the room of people; I know in my wildest

Dreams that will never happen.

That is what the common man is to our society: invisible. Unseen and unwanted by the

Crowd of people in that giant room. Some long to be a part of that crowd, while some

Who are in the crowd, long to be invisible; they long to be just a figment of someone's imagination.

Someday, we all will be a part of the crowd in that giant room; visible for the world to see, accepted for who we are, not for what society