And I bleed,

And I blur,

They don’t see,

Their eyes burned,

On anything but me.

And I cut,

And I die,

My eyes shut,

My eyes cry,

When out struts,

Passerby,

Passerby, how I want their eyes,

Out of their sockets, onto my

‘Cool’ presence, my interesting stride,

Mind torment nestled deep inside.

Feeling known, Ive ever seen,

In my eyes, its never gleamed,

Constant, I want it to be—

Unnoticed, just a memory.