How can you
Claim to really
See me
When you have
Never even
Tried to
Get to know me
The insanity
Of everything
Is killing me
The hypocrisy
Is driving
Me crazy
Judging me
With blind eyes
And so called
Good intentions
That create
Tentions
So thick
You can cut
It with a knife
While trying
To manipulate me
Into being
Who you think
You want me to be
Why not
Trying
To see me
For real
Giving me
A chance
A real shot
Seeing who
I really am
And going
From there
Come on now
What have you
Got to lose
Could it be
That your afraid
If you do that
For me
I'll do that
For you