Thinking that you don't see me?
Your eye is fixed and blink you never do.
You're enough to make me go crazy.
You see everything in me that not even I can,
Things that it's impossible for others to see,
Things that have no effect on the world I know,
But that tell you a lot about me.
But what about self-reflection, don't you know,
That to know me, you have to know yourself?
I may be the one fucking up my life,
But, at least, I'm not just sitting on a shelf.
And it's alright,
To each his own, I guess.
You sit and wait for someone to use you,
And I use you when I need connectedness.
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