I think few naturally see what I see.
A deeper meaning, subtleties, normalcies to most are cues to me.
While I sit back, watch, listen, I begin to understand.
Put pieces together.
Pieces that others wouldn't see as broken.
If I explain people see, understand, but otherwise would have never noticed.
Not care to notice.
I stay once removed, detatched, but absorb.
If I take a moment to react, speak up, stand up.
Take that moment to uphold my self.
My feelings.
It is easy to be shut down.
Because others don't see.
I am only a reflection.
To be understood in the eyes of the other.
Sometimes I think.
I am my sweetest downfall.