I want to be invisible,
But crowds screaming my name,
Keep pointing me out.

I wish to steal away and never be found,
But where ever I go they uncover me.

Scores of people then encircle me.
Begging, crying, making me reach out.

Why is it that I am this way?
Why do I care,
About millions of people?

Those I don’t even know,
Touching my soul;
Pausing to make me wonder.

It seems that I can’t;
I can’t just hurry away.