Looking At Me Poem by Heriberto GarciaIII

Alone dwelling on this chair,
Typing away my life to nothing,
For you to read and others point,
Can't understand why,
Why we must tell our stories,
To one another,
But I know that I am not alone,
When I read or write and even type,
That you are listening and pointing,
And I know you understand,
Because then you would not even bother,
Reading... writing... typing... listening...
Your life away to a stranger... and you...