You. Me.

Do you see my smile?

Do you see my tears?

Do you see me?

When you hurt me, I feel happy.

When I cry, I'm happy.

When I see you, I'm jealous.

When I see you, I'm angry.

I hate you. 

I love you.

My legs wobble.

My fists clench.

I prefer you to walk a few steps ahead of me.

But I hate it when you walk too fast. 

That's because it looks like I'll never catch up with you.

And I don't want that.

Even though I know that I'm chasing someone who can't be caught.

How many times have I repeatedly told myself to give up?

But the truth always hurts.

And I see you walking up the stairs again.

Sometimes you're in front of me, beside me, behind me.

Do you see me?