Hey.
You there.
What's it like?
To be so consumed.
To be so easily led.
To be so foolish and reckless.
I'm sorry, I apologize -That was my jealousy.
Tell me,
Tell me what it feels like to be perceived,
Tell me what it feels like to be feasible,
Tell me what it feels like to be visible.
Show me,
Show me what its like to be understood,
Show me what its like to be admired,
Show me what its like to be known.
You there,
Look at me.
For fraction of a second.
Notice my imperfections.
Tell me what is wrong.
Stare into the bottomless ocean.
Quick enough to notice.
Remove your gaze from my existence,
The weight of it too heavy,
The sight of it too real,
The feel of it too consuming.
But look at me,
A glance in my direction.
Enough to show me I exist.
