Eyes are overrated, you can't really see how I feel
You can't see the way I believe and how I work inside
I can't picture the way you see the world and soon might not see at all
If I'm never truly blind, I'll still never quite understand
It's not because I don't care or ever want to know what it's like
However, what's the point of caring for what I cannot change
Should I concern myself with vanity beyond what I can handle?
I appreciate what's beautiful as much as the next but can't find the point in dwelling on it.
I might not be someone special, yet I deserve to live
There's nothing wrong with me when I know no other way
It's not like I can wake up and choose to see and no medical way around it
Don't force your visual ideals on me when I can't see their benefits
YOU ARE READING
See Less, Feel More
PoesíaRandom poems, nothing special. It's more of a hobby when I'm bored or have something on my mind. It's just a bunch of stuff I originally put up on mirakee. There's more on there than here because I get lazy to put it here. You can find me @ see_less...
