they see right through me,
I don’t think of it too much,
however I am always longing,
for the feel of their touch,
they see right through me,
my enemies were once friends,
now they couldn’t even care,
how I will meet my end,
they see right through me,
lovers lost to the wind,
why was I cursed with this,
when I have never sinned?,
they see right through me,
even god might as well,
for this world is slowly convincing me,
that my soul is destined for hell,
they see right through me,
those that claim to care,
yet they have never seen my heart,
or the moment it began to tear,
they see right through me,
when will I be whole?,
I can’t help but wonder,
if they are warm but I’m cold,
they see right through me,
my words will never be read,
the songs never sung,
forever existing in my head,
they see right through me,
will I ever be art?,
for not once have I been told,
‘til death do us part.