Always noticing.

Always feeling.

Touching their emotions just by observing them.

The depressing and tired eyes are hidden by performance.

I know the act all too well. 

Pushing so hard academically.

Working out till failure.

Endless 9-5 shifts. 

I see right through the act.

Body language always reveals a secret language that will never be said with words.

Only a few notice.

Never meeting someone else who notices.

But they exist.

The observers of society.

Hidden.

Peeking through each emotion’s crevice. 

Studying every interaction.

 Every body movement.

 Every word said.

Calculating feelings in their head is easier than calculating two plus two.

Knowing your story just by a glance.

Observers are empathetic.

Emotionally intelligent. 

Though they cannot be fooled.

We won’t be fooled.

Knowing every dirty look. Every negative perception.

Feeling the glares traveling down our spine. 

No matter the designated destination of the glare.

It still burns through us.

Irritating their heart.

Questioning others’ hearts.

Feeling the bullets shooting through the vulnerable souls like they’re shooting through ours.