I go to my street corner every day i sit and waste my time away.theres not much on my corner only some people all the same very tall and but the same size .As i watch them walk by i relize they all look the same just as the other .faceless.Every day they walk the same way.Unlike me you see i have an identity im true to myself as true as can be.I wonder what they feel what they would say.But they never give me the time of day or even look my way.my voice never seems to reach thier ear they probably dont know that im even here.To them i dont exist im just a cloud of mist.a little pebble overlooked by them.but if every one stoped and looked at me theyed relize i was a jem.