I am just a barely recognizable face on the street on a rainy day, born in the cracks of the sidewalk cobblestone.
You don`t notice my eyes filled with tears before the sun burns them dry and sucks all life out of my silent hello. To you I could be a ghost or a shadow, or a cartoon figure with a weird hairdo.
I exist to prevent you from falling into a hole in the ground and harm yourself. All you ever gave me was your boot in my teeth and a bruised upper lip.
And I can not even get angry.
And you don`t even know.