Can't you feel me breathing down your back?

I am just over your sholder
I am in front of you
everytime you look at me
you look right through
you look right through me

well like a clown
you climb and then
you fall back down
with a painted on face
show no emotion
while I show my devotion

well will you stop
and take a second
will you please stop
and just listen
you could be the reason why
i cry sometimes

clowns all around you
pretent they don't know you
clowns looking right trough you
I'm not made of glass

clowns all around you
It's not fun being ignored by who
turn the other cheek
while you pleed for somebody

i keep screaming and you
just walk away
pretening you can't hear me

can't you feel me breathing down your back

Very true. I feel this all the time...good poem.

I loved it.

That line was beautifully put. all of it was, really.