See Me

I’m tracing the outlines of every ghost in the hall Writing the script while I’m leaning my back to the wall The color is shifting, the static is starting to hum But I’m still the rhythm, I’m still the beat of the drum I’ve spent a lifetime perfecting the angle of light Trying to keep all the shadows just out of your sight. — See me, not the version you’ve drawn in your head See me, in the words that I’ve left mostly unsaid Past the projection and past the bright neon glow There’s a world underneath that I’m waiting to show Don't just look—really see me. — It’s easy to capture the surface, the frame, and the pose But frames are just boxes where everyone’s secrets get frozen I’m more than the pixels, I’m more than the ink on the page I’m the quietest actor on a very loud stage If you peel back the layers and look at the grain You’ll find there’s a story that’s harder to explain. — Take a long look at the negative space Between the lines of my palms and my face It’s not just a picture, it’s not just a view It’s the part of the design that actually feels true And I’m standing right here in the center of the blue. — See me, not the version you’ve drawn in your head See me, in the words that I’ve left mostly unsaid Past the projection and past the bright neon glow There’s a world underneath that I’m waiting to show Don't just look—really see me. — Before the clock catches up... Before the shutter clicks shut... See me. Just see me.