I can see.
I can see the eye rolls after our conversations,
The awkward looks between your friends when I look away.
I can see through your act.
I know you don't like me, but I don't know why.
I've never been mean, I've always complimented your outfits, your perfect hair.
So sometimes I wonder is it because I'm not pretty enough for you?
Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?
I can see.
