I sit here and talk...as you sit there and gaze.

It feels like I'm talking to a brick wall that will
never drop.

It makes me feel so different...as if I'm not human
or something.

You're so distracted by the scars that lie on the
outside...that you don't even notice the great
personality and humor that's on the inside.

As I sit here and search for what's on the inside
and what's at heart,

You sit there, filled with ignorance and gaze at the
scars that lie on the outside.