October 25, 2015 4:21pm
Poem
When my guard is down;
My eyes go cold;
Freezing those in my path;
Silencing all who look into them.
They reveal everything;
All that goes on in my head;
Not one dared to question them;
The tears that escaped.
I can see too much in this world;
Connect too much with it;
Know too much about it;
Understand too much of it.
Killer, Monster, Demon, Freak, Terrifying;
Names I've been accused;
Lives I haven't lived;
Bound by wisdom and fear.
My knowledge is vast and clever;
And concrete and powerful;
Never swaying and resolute;
So, why do my eyes cry?
Knowing these names I'm called;
Understanding others' lives;
Connecting to paths not my own;
Seeing the world for what it is.
Yet this is not enough;
For there is more to sense;
Like tears that are pouring;
From eyes that were once frozen.
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