I can see
The stares
The looks
I can hear
The whispers
The thoughts

The pity
The sympathy
Is written
All over
Your faces
The relief
The gratitude
That it's
Not you
Is right there

You think
I can't see
When you
Turn away
You think
I can't hear
When you
Cover lips

I'm already
Hurting
Don't you
Think it
Would be
Better
If you
Just didn't
Treat me
Any different

But why
Does it
Matter
I'm already
Alone and
Cold and
Crying
Nothing you
Can do
Would make
This any
Worse