see me

         ho can see me? everyone looks, but do they see? they say that our eyes are the window to our soul. I look in to so many eyes and they all look back, but I don’t think they can see. everyday people pass me by and I think "oh how lucky you are, no pain in your soul, not nightmares to fear, when was the last time you really cried?" I smile every day, but it is so hard not to scream "CAN YOU SEE ME?!?!" to wish that somebody saw me and they loved me, but I have almost given up. I have almost forgotten what love is. the books I read keep my fake smile on my face.
         so now I wonder to myself who will see this, who will care, who sees me?!?!