They Look at Me
They look at me and see through me.
They see nothing.
It's like I'm the picture hidden behind Some one Else.
I still exist but am Unseen.
The love they feel is out of obligation and the time they spend with me is full of their despair.
They'd rather me just be their associate when no one else is there.
They don't care about my pain unless they are the cause.
They don't care about my happiness because it is a lost cause.
They don't care that I am unable to say, save me from my slow and painful death.
So, I slowly pack my feelings up inside.
