Indifferent

It bothers me,
To see that we act so close.
To know that we are so far apart.
It sickens me,
To see that we could be so fake.
To know that people see us, and think were real.
It saddens me,
To see you get picked on.
To know you pick on others.
It cheers me up,
To see that we might mend it.
To know that we might once again be close.