I see you.
When have you felt that before?
The feeling that someone else understands you,
Truly understands you,
Sees through your walls, into you.

I for one haven’t felt it.
It’s always a passing friendship,
A fleeting moment.
Never a true friendship,
I wonder if I’ve ever truly had a friend.

I know my friends care for me,
I care for them.
But how well do we know each other?
We don’t talk about how we feel.
We don’t share anything personal.

But why do I feel left out?
Like they talk and I don’t.
I suppose my walls are too high.
How I wish I had a hammer,
And watch it go crashing down.

Then finally feel like someone sees me.