The best place to hide is right in front of you. It seems your eyes see trough me, it matters not what I do. I am not faded in the background not a shadow in the dark. I am the one standing close ready to leave a mark. To express my existence the thing I so clearly need. But I cannot find the words so I let you lead. You lean against me, feel the rough of all my skin. But you do not see me, I do not let you in. So I remain hidden in the plainest of sights. Taking centre-stage, but avoiding the spotlights.