Unknown

She walks, each footstep as light as air. She is unknown.

Unknown is the person who walks through the crowd like a ghost
Unknown is the person who tries to start to tell a story three times and is still ignored.
Unknown is the voice that yells but can't scream.
Unknown is a person who can make a fool though nobody would turn their head to look.
Unknown can sing with the most prettiest voice though she captures no ears.
Unknown's symphony is lost as it floats away in the midst of her desolation.
Nobody can hear, see, or sense the chords of her life playing out even when it reaches its climax as her melody is trampled by the audience who does not watch or care.
Unknown can not get angry. What is the point?
Unknown is silent to all but is actually not silent at all.
Unknown is everywhere, amongst friends, family and strangers.
The next time Unknown tries to conduct her orchestra, smile, wave and maybe you'll make unknown's day.

The next time she walks her footsteps will be heard from all over as her pride and dignity give her hope that she has struck a note in somebodies heart and she is now Known.