I'm sorry for you, the 'people' watching you but you do not see does not understand you, your appearance hides you, your smile cheats and mind but your eyes pierce, shame that I can not see them, I simply can not, do not run away but I defend myself from the weapon stronger than all, an invisible weapon your eyes.
You seem harmless, hidden by a cloak 'false' six-not what you want to appear-no one notices, no one notices the real beauty, stop all the cloak. Maybe better, I would not want anyone else to feel like myself when I look at you, not out of jealousy but for the effects that 'you' cause I, shots that they send me to the mat but without which I would not live.
