"You think I do not see
You think I do not notice
But I gleam from your distasteful eyes
The disgust you hold toward me.
The judgement you cast is like a heavy cloud
Deepening in shade.
It burdens me that there is no sun
So much so, I wish for rain.
I am mindful of your contempt
When I act as I please
And give no caution or consideration
For your own needs.
I am keenly aware of your perceptions -
Offensive as they are -
That you are my head,
And you are my arms.
That you are my legs,
And the bandaid that keeps me
From falling apart.
I am aware that you think I am helpless without you,
And that I desperately must
Clutch your hand.
But I am not a hapless fawn,
I am sure of who I am.
I recognise your sense of obligation to do for me what you can
But I resent it's existence.
I long for a burning desire
To do what you can
BECAUSE you love me.
But most of all I am hurt
(That, I will not deny)
Of how you genuinely see me
And of how oblivious you are
To all of you
That I truely see."