You don't see.

Why is it so difficult for you to realize that people can like you just for yourself? Why do you believe that the only way to elevate yourself is to stand on someone's neck?

Can't you look around you and see the pain you've caused? Are you so unfeeling that it doesn't bother you?

You don't know.

I watch you. Though you don't realize it I can see what you do, how you act. I probably know you better than you know yourself. And you are spiraling downwards.

You are frightened.

I can see your heart, and I see that it is cold. On rare occasions I can see the warmth that may be but you refuse to let it out. Why?

Your wall is tall and strong and nobody passes through. But it has been up so long that few people care to even try.

You don't listen.

People who lie to you in small things will lie to you in the important ones as well. I don't understand why you believe your enemies.

The acts you put on are well known, and a point of ridicule. Don't you hear the laughter?

You don't feel.

We all wish to be accepted, but you do so to the detriment of others. There is no real gain there. The people you think are your friends will be the first to leave you at any sign of trouble.

There are things that are so obvious to me that seem to elude you. How can someone manipulate another person's emotions and call it a joke? Don't you realize just how cold hearted that is? The justification that "he deserved it" rings very hollow.

You don't care.

It saddens me because I know what you can be, and I know what you are. Why are you so cold when you don't want to be? Is being accepted that important?

You're not standing behind a pillar of strength. You're wasting away in a shadow of apathy.

You don't live.

You don't enjoy what you do, or the people you are with. Life to you is not vibrant or exciting; it is an endless task list that you dutifully check off.

All you're life you've wondered who you should be like. The thought that maybe you should live your life so that others would want to emulate you has never crossed your mind.

You read this and wonder whom I'm talking about. And it will never occur to you that it's you I'm referring to.