I Am

I walk among you. I maybe the One sitting in the corner. Or I Am the bird that glares at you through the window. I see you. I look at with passion in My eyes. But your head is always turning away. I've tried to touch you, but My Hand only slips past you. Sometimes I hear you call My name, I see your tears, and I hold you. Then instead of turning to smile, you turn to laugh, and walk away.

I might be the One who kisses you goodnight. I can even be the stranger you choose to ignore, but you look at Me, and you know I'm there. I watch you from a distance, and I admire you. Many times, you choose to tell them that you don't know who I Am. And then you cry the same lonely night, and I Am crying next to you.

Maybe I'm that dog you see every day. Sometimes I can be the butterfly that lands on your nose. I could be the little kid that wants to be your friend. I Am the guilt that dwells in your body, after you have abandoned everything that ever meant most to Me. Despite the anger, the hate, and the unforgiving, I still hold an unconditional love for you in My heart. I still wait for you to turn around and see Me.