Something to Think About

I never share how I really feel. Ever. It's this kind of thing with me, I don't let people in. I'm not an open book. People are always watching, always judging, and in all honesty, so am I. But I am entirely made of eyes and ears. I have no voice. That's just how it's always been. I sit here and I watch people have the time of their lives and fall apart in front of my eyes.

You.

You are the subjects.

I am the observer.

There is no reality with me.

And the truth is that you don't know me at all.