Whenever I’m with others I don’t know I like to look into their eyes and see what they’re thinking or what they see.              

And in school there were a lot of  kids that were blinded by whatever was trending that time, it was absurd to say the least how someone can care about something that means so little in actuality.                                                    

As I kept changing schools I began to see  the difference in people’s eyes, not just the color, but the sincerity. It led me to not even acknowledge their existence but there were some instances where I had to talk to some of those people; there I saw in their eyes as they talked back. I saw me, through their perspective and I also saw how little I mattered in their eyes. 

I wasn’t complaining though.