What Happen ?

It may take passing seasons, years and years of denying, take every moment that was written on a piece of paper and binned them into a book for others to read. No regrets but sadness that fills the feeling of being unsure in the current situation. The passing waves and the dim of the sun set, thought me so many things even in the silence of the wind. I would love to travel there and just seek myself. Myself that I've lost, that I've strive to search for almost a year. Did this place change me? Did the experience took me away? Did the reality scared myself into believing that person was capable of living? Is it me that was giving up slowly?
It is true that as you grow older, you need time out from others and for almost a year, achieving it has been a struggle like catching a shooting star across the sky.

In the corner room has always been me, the unnoticed, the invisible, the ghost who appears but no one ever realise. No matter how much sound I make, how many times I've raise my hand, but I was always just there, that girl, who is she? nobody knows or appear to notice. All this time, I've strive to fit in, strive to get that feeling, strive to be treated like any other people but it was just a passing wind that remains invisible unless the people around them needed it or wanted it. Who am I? Where I am? Why am I here? My heart aches but most of the time, it aches of confusion. I need the answer to what I wanna feel, what I feel and should I feel?