Poetry

How?

How can you be in reality

when all you do is dream?

How do you see the other side

if you only believe your opinion exists?

How can you say you know me

when I fake my life for you?

How come I'm your friend

but you ignore me around others?

I can see reality

because I no longer dream.

I see the other side

since I've never had my own opinion.

I know myself

because I act the opposite for you.

I'm still your friend

because there used to be a time you cared.

How can you not notice the pain

when you blow me off?

How do your eyes always look

but see right through me?

How can you always smile

as if life is perfect?

How come you don't realize

that I'm talking to you?

I know you don't see my pain

because it never mattered.

Your eyes see right through

because you never cared who I was.

You can always smile

because you've seen no hardship.

You don't know I'm talking to you

because you never hear a word I say.