when you look at me, tell me what do you see

hey, you there, leaning against the wall. hands crossed in the everlasting pose of ultimate cool. mocking smile on your face. eyes glazed over with apathetic superiority. i see you. i mean, really see you. i see how you are not leaning against that wall, it is propping you up. because without it, you would crumple, unable to support the weight of the world that is sitting there on your shoulder. the weight you refuse to be helped with, and it's better to be propped against a wall than a helping hand. i see how your hands are not just crossed over your chest, they are gripping your sides with a knuckle whitening tight grip in a herculean effort to keep yourself together, to keep you from falling apart as you're sure you will if you get the chance. if you loosen your grip, you'll surely fly to pieces. your mocking smile is no mocking smile. it is a cleverly disguised painful grimace. it is the one thing keeping the torrent of tears from breaking free from your throat and filling your eyes. your eyes which really are glazed over, but not from arrogance. not from apathy. eyes are glazed to hide what is lurking in their depths. the chaos. the raging mess that lies somewhere beneath that cool exterior. the mess you hide from everyone. hey you, your facade doesnt fool me. i see you.

*You Can - David Archuleta