Language
I look at them
All gathered around me
Looking like they want to be accepted by me,
But that's only to the casual observer.
In reality it's the exact opposite.
In reality my eyes plead with them,
For their acceptance and love,
For their understanding and forgiveness.
Yet as I stare into their ice cold unblinking unfeeling eyes
I realize I will never be able to obtain these things.
Because, although they see me,
They can not read the extent of the begging in my eyes.
To them it is like a different language from their own.