She Can't See Me

Why can't she see me?

Is it that I have spent so long pretending,
Made up lies so long, they seem never ending,
Making truly knowing not worthy of the energy expending,
Or the harsh realities, and confusing signals I am sending?

Could it be?

Acknowledging truth is often confusing,
Being afraid of those often seen using,
Fear of the deepest trust, and potential abusing,
Or does she just find this all rather amusing?

What is this game?

Allowing the baring souls to proliferate,
Without a shred of intention to reciprocate,
Occasionally drop a hint but never to elaborate,
Continuing with this problem, which she'll continue to exacerbate

Game over

Ending the transmission of salient emotions
Preventing the possibility of potential commotions
Eliminating care as an inevitable notion
To see a future broader than the expanse of an ocean

It is

The finish, the end, the climax and conclusion,
The result of dissolving and diminished delusions,
An ability to see beyond my tumultuous confusion,
Clarification of resulting illusions

She will see that

I am ordinarily typical,
With caring powers, not so mystical
An ability to think ever logistical,
Lacking self esteem, and rarely egotistical

I am...

Care with a name,
Taking the blame,
Never the same,
Emotionally untamed,
Rarely mundane,
Nary so vain,
Often just plain....

I see me...


Why can't she?