How they c me,

How they look at me,

they look at me and kick the dirt,
under there feet,
not knowing what to say,
not knowing what to do,

it hurts to be alone,
it hurts to be seen,
by those people,
that walk though my life,

as they walk by me,
they see my wall,
and they think they know me,
as if seeing is being,
as if seeing is knowing,
as if seeing is all there is two me,