I see you - the stoop of your shoulders
like the world is weighing you down.
I hear you - that bite in your voice,
you don’t trust anyone at all.
I see you - the way you fidget,
you just want to break away.
I hear you - the way you laugh
like the world is a joke.
But you don’t know.
You don’t know that I see you.
You don’t know that I hear you.
Because I just smile.
I don’t want you to see me.
Or maybe I do and so I write.
