Believe

It's hard to realize, that people don't believe in you.
They could say that they do, but there is something in their eyes. There's something in their smiles. It's a feeling that make you distrust them.

They could say a lot of things. But I don't know. It's an inutition. Sometimes I think that i could read their minds or their body language, they talk to me with silences, with attitudes, with sights. It's not easy to lie. I can read the truth. I can invoke the truth while I'm looking through their eyes.

Them, the others, the way I call them. They don't trust, but they want you to trust. They lie but they want you to say the truth. They put you many proofs, they don't wanna be with you. But they lie and they pretend the opposite.

But they don't know that I'm the ant. I'm the moth hidden in their houses, in their boxes, in the closet. I can hear all that they could say about me. I can read your mind. I can be over your thoughts. And you can't even imagine that I am taking advantage of all that knowledge and about all those lies. I am Who I am. You couldn't change that. With your hate, and your sadness you are making me stronger, wider, wiser, fitter, happier, richer, more powerful. And you don't even notice. I know that if you could dissapearme, you would. But now, I know who are you. I'm keeping my friends close but my enemies closer. I don't even trust you, because you are such a lier. Hyporcite. You are going to test me in any opportunite. But you know what i deny that. I don't need your approval. I don't need your fake image of myself. I could say believe in me as I believe in you. I could say I want to believe, but trust me. Today, I don't give a shit.