They're there,
You see them,
But it hurts.
They see you,
They talk to you,
But it hurts.
It hurts because
You realize they'll never
Really see you.
They'll always act nice,
Like they care,
When they don't.
You want them to
Leave you alone,
But they won't.
You try to tell them
Things, but they won't listen.
What type of existence
Is this?
To live unnoticed,
Cared for by no one.
Does no one care?
But it's part of life,
We learn to live with it.
Carrying it with us everywhere-
For our whole lives.
