I have seen it all.
The memories
The love and hate
I have such stories to tell
But no one sees me.
They look past me.
To the world. To someone else.
But I was there. They look through me.
They never see me.

So I am unimportant?
So I am unneeded, unwanted?
When I weather the fiercest of storms,
Lock out that world you see through me
When I listen to every muttered story
When there is no one else in the room
And the world you see through me
Does not hear
I hear you. Talking. Talking.
Looking.
But never seeing.

I have been here. I am always here!
Why do you not see?
But I cannot shatter for attention
Whenever I am
unnoticed
Because I would always be broken
And no one would fix me
Because they all look through me
And never see me.

I am here.