Why Couldn't You See?

Your picture sets there... staring at me. Analyzing me... picking me apart. You look at me like you can see right through me. But if you could see right through me, how come you couldn't see that there's nothing to fear? You're looking down at me in your power position, eyes burning a hole into me. If you can see right through me, how come you couldn't see me? You're looking at me contemplating your move. You made it and now you look right past me. Before you could see right through me and now you don't see me at all. Your picture sets there, just mocking me... judging me... failing to see and fearing all of YOU that's seen in me.