Invisible

I stand in centre stage,
They all just dance around,
They don't hear, they don't see,
Me watching without sound.

They laugh and sing as friends,
Is this laughter for me?
No, they're oblivious,
Yet I'm the one who's free.

Each dawn their masks are spun,
A fa├žade to be kept,
Though I see in their eyes,
Each on of them has wept.

I don't have that shelter,
My inner soul is bare,
So I'm invisible,
Not seen, even to those who stare.