You don’t see me.
Or, rather you do,
But only what you want to see.
All the questions,
The smiling faces
What do you want me to say?
I smile,
I nod my head.
That’s what you want to see right?
‘Yes someday’
‘Not just yet, but someday’
Seems sufficient enough to make you go away
For now, anyway…

You don’t see me.
You only see what I want you to see.
Strip me down,
Leave me standing naked
You couldn’t do that,
You wouldn’t do that.
Would you?
Would you?

You want me to bare my soul to you?
You’re not ready.
It’s not me, It’s you.
You’re not ready.
Realisation,
The realisation of your insensitivity.
Horrified,
That’s what you would be.
But don’t worry,
Naked or fully clothed
I will smile, I will nod
Because you don’t need to see me.
I see me.