Stone

I appear to You as a Stone.
I am Cold.
I am Quiet.
I am Tense.
I am Broken.
As Time goes by.
Peices of Me fall.
Small Pebbles of Sanity.
Dust of Manners.

See me see me see me see me see me

And when I find myself glancing deep into my own dead eyes I can see how I see everyone and myself.
All poems written after this post are about people. If you know me, you should know which ones are about who.
And, if there is one about you, well, take a look into my envy eyes and see your reflection.