Eyes,
Wide and Judgmental.
Things that I find hard to ignore.
Things that make you scared...
And self conscious.
These eyes will always be on me....
Everyone knows.
What I did...
Long ago.
They can see,
What's inside,
Because,
Most other people like me,
Wear their hearts inside out,
So that you can see,
What's inside.
What's wrong with me.
And not the mask we hide behind...
Although,
We try to keep these intangible things right side out.
Sometimes...
More often than not,
These human-but-not eyes,
Have these queer powers...
That allow a person to twist your soul,
So that they can see all the bad,
All the good,
And all the broken there is or was.
These so called "humans",
Are nothing but secret seeking,
Nosy,
Judgmental,
Cold blooded,
Monsters.
They make me insecure.
They make me walk faster,
Book it to my seat.
Where I am always chased back to by stares.
And the saddest part is,
Also the worst,
They can see right through me.
(A/n) good morning guys!!! I hope you guys are enjoying this book, please tell me what you think... I work really hard on these poems and some make it into the book and some don't. Photo credz to Instagram and the artist!!! Thanks for not killing me!!!
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The Way I See It
PuisiThere's a little bit of good and a little bit of bad in all of us. But sometimes the bit of bad, is good, And the bit of good, is bad. The trick to knowing which is which is to do it wrong, and then you'll get it right. You'll get it eventually. ...
