Do you even know who I am?
I could wish it, but what good does it do?
No granted wish will ensue.
I can't even bring myself to talk to you.
I know you see me, I know it.
So why do you just stare and sit?!
Thank goodness hearts cannot outwardly express;
Otherwise I'd be in a mess...
I am in despair, I surrender.
I give in, my hands are raised.
Yet you aren't even phased.
You just sit there and gaze.
So can I stop this?
I do not think so.
And I know I'll never know.
What is moving across your mind, to-and-fro.
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