Summary: A poem on Dawn's feelings on going unnoticed in season 6
Disclaimer: Joss owns it all, I just play.
Am I Even Real
Do you even realize I'm standing before you?
Am I really even here?
I wish that you would see me,
But you look through me like I'm nothing but air
I don't want to go unnoticed
I wish that someone would care
Yet when I speak, no one seems to hear
I scream, I cry, still no one listens
The pain I feel deep runs deeper than they could ever know
Monks gave me life, they put me here
Maybe they forgot to make me real
Mystical energy, is that all that I am
If I reach out to you, will you take my hand?
Will you pull me out before I go under?
Will you even see me drowning?
I want to be real, flesh and blood like the rest
I wonder why I can't be like them?
Why can't anyone just tell me?
Am I even real?