The Rant of the Unseen.

You look at me, but you dont see me.
If you did, you would see,  what I see in you. 
How I admire your independence, your perseverence, your willingness to go all the way to protect the ones you love.
If you really see,  You wouldnt say those words that you know cuts deep in me, leaving a gaping wound that never heals.  You would see the lead box in which I keep my love for you.  You would know when I needed your kindness. You would know that I dont need a hand out but a hand Up once in a great while.   You would know I dont lie, I tell you I cant tell you the truth.  You would know the place, space and emotions that others hold in my heart. 
If you really saw me, you would not question my loyalty.  You would see I dont take whats forcibly given or you felt obligated to give.  You would know, I treasure the time I spend with you, the one on one, when you are you and I am I, plain and simple, without the trimmings, sashes, perfume and bandanas.  You would see the effect of those quiet whispers, the bantering, the hand in the small of my back.  If you really saw me, You would know My home, is You.