By  
Date: 25 April 1999

Acceptance

I look across the room, full of
people and voices.
I see you.
Maybe I should walk over, but I won't.
There's no point in conversation,
I have nothing to say anyways.
Besides, I wouldn't want to interrupt your 
life for a few brief minutes,
maybe say something I might regret later.
It's alright though, I'm sure I'll be fine.
Just as long as you don't see me.
Maybe forget I exist.
That makes everything better for the both of us.
But you turn to see my eyes burning into you,
too late now.
Only a few seconds, our eyes locked.
And then look away, pretend I'm not there, like always.
Yeah.
Just like always.