At times the journey to be seen has cost me everything, but my eyes.
To be known for something other than nothing was my dream.
Then one day I was notice for something that I never did mean.
Something that would give many hopes and dreams only gave me pain and sorrow.
A hurt that was so bad my eyes could not leave.
My feelings left, but they watch the whole thing.
I never knew what that could mean.
To always want to be seen, but never want to be sought.
To being able to say that was me, turn into wishing I never could be.
Hiding from something that you always wanted so you can just be you.
Misconception 