I want you to see me.
No one ever sees me.
I mean me.
That's right, they see someone, but it's usually not me.
Sometimes I leave the room.
When I'm still in it.
Someone else is me, which is me.
Me, that's me I think.
And maybe I'm writing in a notebook.
About the past.
But I see myself from an eagle's nest.
And I see how I look to you.
That isn't me.
I think I would like for it to be.
But it's not.
So, who cares.
I'm just going in circles.
At least there are some new circles.
And I am trying to pretend to be the me you see.
But I am still failing to see me.