I go through phases like the moon.

 

Sometimes I'm bright, sometimes invisible,

Sometimes I'm just peeking out 

From the crowd,

But as soon as I'm spotted the

Teeth become rotten,

I beg I'm forgotten,

But here I am cursed. 

Hoping to freeze I'm dragged

Up off my knees

And I stare as my hiding place

Fades in the breeze,

How I wish I could stay 

Locked away

And observe -

Pity the watcher

Whose cries go unheard.