I am the one who wakes in the morning after restless sleep to face the dreary commute into the gallows of corporate slavery. And yet you fail to recognise you have a warm place to rest and a satisfied belly. I am the one who wears a mask of bravery as I battle the world to support our family. And yet you do not notice that I am wounded and in need of protection. I am the one who silently walks through life with a smile trying to shield loved ones from sadness. And yet you deny the strength it takes to conquer each little challenge. I am the one who went back to school to improve my contribution to the world. And yet you belittle my efforts constantly. I am the one who sometimes feels lost but finds the strength to struggle forward. And yet you knock me down with each wrong turn. I am the one who desperately seeks harmony, a haven in which to recover from the daily grind of life. And yet you raise war with your relentless hypocrisy. I am the one doing all that I can to make our lives better. And yet you are the only one who seems to benefit. I am the one who wishes to be seen for who I am, for what I have given and what lies in my heart. And yet who I am is not good enough, what I have given unnoticed and what lies in my heart empty. I can hear you, can you hear me? I can feel you, can you feel me? I can see you, can you see me?