I see you.

I see you.

I see those trembling lips

and those teary eyes

how I wish they could spill

on their own,

instead of waiting for me.

I see you.

Trust me, I do.

I see the chaos that's inside

swirling like a whirlpool

and making you overthink,

how I wish it could stop,

the over thinking I mean.

I see you.

I really do.

I see you try to stop

not just the tears

but also those thoughts,

and I wish you succeed

because it's about time now.

I see you.

I try to.

I see you want to cry out loud

but you suppress your cries

because god forbid someone hears it,

what will you tell them

how will you tell them,

your voice already died.

I see you,

and I wish I could help

in getting you to stop crying

hoping to get you out of hell,

but would you listen to me?

I doubt so.

Because you are me, I am you

yet you can't see me, even when I see you.