Where Do Echoes Hide

Its hard being an echoe. The shadows cover your voice And regret seems to never let go. Its hard being unheard. How could so much pain come from one word? I've hidden behind the lose lips of the absurd. I've crept along the edges of many hurtful slurs. Theres only what could of been, what you could of heard. You see at one point there was potential between my letters. Now my value is equivalent to that old penny under your dresser. He has no purpose, therefore I am just like him. We are both worthless, and our future is dim. Free the unheard voices of corrupted pathways. The shallow hearted menaces who are more than castaways. I chose the dirt road for a reason. I chose to explore the path that no one believes in. Because I believe theres bumps in the road for a reason. I've kept content on the outside, but inside Im bleeding. For now I am just an echoe, a voice from afar. Look away now! You never have cared. You never noticed me, although I've always been here.