I feel their eyes on mine,
yet they still can't see me.
Now I don't mean that they're blind of course,
just.. In a different sense.
They think they know,
but they don't know "me".
What makes them blind isn't their sight,
it's their basic sense of acceptance and approval that denies them from really seeing.. "me".
Everyone is beautiful in their own way, inside and out.
Sometimes you just have to look a little deeper,
or try looking at all..
- Me (7/03/15)
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How I Really Feel
PoetryShort stories and poems, most of which are written at some of my lowest points. I've been writing a lot and sharing it to my Instagram, but I figured I'd give my inner thoughts for you here to look at. I'm going to be starting from the beginning, fr...
