I see something you can't see
it's not seen through eyes blinded with ingorance
it's not noticed by the type who cause others pain
it's not realized from who reconize external beauty
I see what is too me so easily seen
it's about the people inside shaking with fear
it's about the man who walks by others head down
it's about the kids left lonely when they need attention most
I notice what is too often missed
the little things that hold everything together
the eyes with the sense of past pain
the smile that is foced upon a face not willing
the sense of excitement that stikes, one you thought went unnoticed
I see this due to my sense of care.
It read you heart and told me how to mend it.
I notice this because I felt your sorrow and I am her to help.
I realized your troubles; my eyes couldn't ignore.