Poem: Seen

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.