2: Are you here?

Are you here? 

Everyone hates me for the same reason

Saying that you’ll despise me for who I am

Even though you created me

I was created just to hide from myself

It began when I graduated sixth grade

But I keep building concrete walls, blacking out my vision

Scared I might hurt when a pair of eyes see me

The trees would lose a branch

And my eyes will be lost forever when I die

I watch the floor with my hands over my knees

Surrounded by people I can't imagine being

Are you here? 

I hope you're listening

But I doubt you are