My status is the highest;

I sit at the top of the food chain.

The reigning star student,

Like a king among the abundant.

Nobody can reach me,

For this is my kingdom.

All eyes on me,

As I walk, my back is covered

with longing stares and

Admiration of the many.

Yet despite my eternal

presence in the spotlight,

And despite the eyes on me,

Despite the constant surveillance,

Why is it,

That nobody

truly sees me?

Their eyes are temporary,

Their words are plastic,

Their understanding is shallow,

And they don’t know

Who I really am.

Minus the spotlight.

Minus the eyes.

Minus the surveillance.

Who am I?

Bare and honest,

Do they know who I am,

When nobody is watching?