You see me here in the corner. Or maybe you don’t. If you do.. you don’t see what I am. You don’t see my art. Or my knowledge. You don’t see my life. My personality. All you see is my bored face. Or silly gestures. You don’t see my double life. You don’t see the scars in my heart. You don’t hear me speaking other languages, playing instruments or singing. You don’t see me dancing. You don’t. Not unless you sit. Sit and watch me for a while. And study my body language. My hands, my arms, my back and my legs. They will show you that I do more than sit in the corner, staring underneath my eyebrows. Because I study you too.