Perception or Reality: Facing Myself

Wow, it’s a beautiful day, but to my dismay, most people pass and look the other way — even with my papers on display. Where are all the real people? Am I not in a real world? It seems to me that most people are so pretentious. You want to be accepted for who you are, respected as well. But how can someone do that if you won’t let them know who you are? What is it about me that makes you see what you don’t wanna see? What is it about you that closes your eyes to someone getting the best of you? You live, you die. What do you choose to do with the space and time in between?