I see you,
no one else does,
but I do.
I’m watching you.
Waiting for you to break down.
To give up.
Secretly, I hope you’ll succeed.
That you’ll fight.
But I would never admit such a hope,
as all hope tends to be useless
like a rocking chair, or television.
So you’ll continue
going through the motions,
pretending to care.
But you and I both know
you’ll wander aimlessly through channels
avoiding your regularly scheduled programming.