They’ll see you as they see you. Or they won’t see you at all. You’ll always be them to them. You’ll never be us.
They say this and that because they believe this or that. Their world becomes more important than your world and they make you want it. They make you want in on being in and they bring the doubt again. Doubt on whether or not you matter. Doubt upon your doubt.
Where do all the people go that have no one to go with. Where does loneliness go for a friend? How much longer must we hear them talk. Why can’t they ever see us speak?