Can You See Me? Look at me. You can't even see me. You reached down to pick me up, thinking "He's too spoiled to walk", when all I wanted was to feel the warmth of your body next to mine, confirming your love and devotion to me. Look at me. You can't even see me. You come in my room after hearing my screams to comfort me. I'm not afraid of death. Life brings me misery. Jesus loves me this I know. You and the bible told me so. He died on the cross for you and me, that we may live for eternity. FOREVER? But why? I hear you two late at night, yelling, fighting, crying endlessly. Then you rush in to check on me. YEAH, I want that for eternity. Look at me. You can't even see me. You told me he'd just be a couple of days. A year later, he walks by my doorway. Total disrespect when you turn away, and you want my blessings on that special day? Happiness is what I want for you. You say I'm hateful, evil is all that I do. Look at me. You can't even see me.