I hate that I can’t see what people are seeing I thought it was over no friends for me I hate that I can’t see normal things I miss the life I use to have When I would smile and I could see people smile back

Until one day I walked out my door Feet shuffled against the concrete floor Ready for another day of “do you need a hand?” “What can you see?” I hear someone crying around the Corner No happiness left in them I walk up to them and say “hey you okay” I don’t know if he did but I could feel the presence of a smile

He reply’s saying “you can see me?” I think oh great here goes another assumption I say “no I can’t but I can hear you tears and your pain” once again I can feel a smile presence He says “oh I’m sorry I just am Suprised you recognised me”

We walk along the roads Arms interlinked We sit down for a tea He says “can u order for me and I’ll pay I just don’t think they’ll be able to see me” I agree and go order And there we are drinking our drinks not caring abt how popular eachother where Not caring how we looked or how eachother looked just 2 friends drinking tea