is it the way they look at me and see through

the walls of

indestructible concrete that surrounds

what is of my heart?

To know me,

my desires and fears,

trifling talks that turn into something

i don’t want to stop.

Or is it the way they look at me and see who I pretend to be?

Put together, clever, and tenacious.

I guess the only constant in my life,

my constant doubt in self and other

will be enough to keep me company.