Some street-poetry:

4 Years

small and worhtless

Hade I've been bigger

I still would be invisible

The love to hide

breathing quietly and doesn't move a limb

You should've forget me

Even if I'm standing alone on an arena

and swimming in the spotlight

the reason why I'm homeless

is that I'm hiding outside

but no one is calling for a nameless man

53 years

bigger and worthless

long live the art

that makes me visible