I’m wearing these shades, to hide my face. Since you’re all staring so hard; watching me just in case, maybe I’ll slip up, or reveal a hidden mistake. Hanging onto my every word “What does that mean?” “How can we be sure?” I'm not your t.v show, don’t put me on your pedestal. I’m not your savior, I can’t heal your soul. I never asked for this, so go turn your head; quit looking at my mess, or waiting for what I say next. And go save yourself, because I can’t help.