This agony in my soul is what keeps me writing about the things that matter most.
The little green in my eyes are what keeps me thinking, I'm not like anyone else.
I may walk away but you can't see the eyes covered in the sea but only the shadow that follows me.
You can't feel my pain boiling my blood.
You can't read the thoughts in my head that only you would dread.
You take base on what you feel & what you see without any evidence to complete your theory.
Keep in mind, you'll never fully know "me."