You call yourself aware, and yet, you see none other than yourself – Highlighted in yellow ink and circled with a marker: Important! If could be any truth laced into your gaze, I would ask you to see me (do not stare me down) An ear would be enough, if you could listen but you cannot look into my eyes without getting lost in your own reflection: I am but a silver mirror for your innocent conceit If only you heard me, I could speak louder – For if you don’t listen, who will? My voice echoes in the silence of my room as words tumble, confined to my ears alone If a lonely tree falls in a forest, does it make a sound? I am not alone but I might as well be; I am voiceless under your apathy