Vicariously

They know nothing. They know nothing about me because all they see is a pretty face. They know nothing about me, all they do is stare. They, oh how they, will get me nowhere. They want me around as I smile and glow, They know nothing and nothing they know. They say too much, too often, and too proud. They make it so hard to fit in a crowd. They continue their day with subtle approaches, They act like it is love, but it feels so hopeless. They have it all, They offer more. They help you fall, then walk out the door. They so willingly set me apart, They don’t even try to see my heart. They keep pressing and pressing They are not helping any. They need to stop talking, I don’t care about being pretty. They don’t want to know my favorite anything, They don’t understand my pain. They don’t get what it is like, to feel everything. They would never understand the battles that I fight, or the love I bring. They can't see the blessing and the curse, They could never recreate happiness once it has burst. They will never feel the pressure of being ‘so skinny’ They will never know how hard it is to always be friendly. They will never admit when they stir up a problem, They have never stopped to think how their own views have robbed them. They focus in and follow the crowd, They want to be everything, But are everything shy. They are out there, They are shallow, They are distant, They expect so much. They know nothing. They know, Nothing. And, Nothing they know.