Maybe I did this to myself.

If I hadn't become so obsessed

with the idea of having friends,

none of this would have happened.

If I hadn't become so obsessed,

maybe people would actually see me.

They'd see me for who I was,

who I am,

who I'll be.

Do you see me?

For who I was,

who I am,

who I'll be?

Can you even see me at all?