Why do I see sparkles in your eyes when you laugh?
Or when you cry?
It's beautiful you know.
But also sad.
Because I know I'll never have something like that.
You're like a light,
but me? I'm not even dark.
Just gray.
No emotion. No reason.
I wish I was like you.
With such passion in your eyes.
Just one sentence or even one word
can light up your eyes with a spark.
I'd have to fake that spark.
It's hard to fake something so beautiful.
I see doubt in the others eyes.
They know it's not real.
They know I'm not real.
I can see it. In there eyes.
Their eyes are cruel.
Not like yours.
And yet
The other eyes still have passion.
Mine however do not.
There must be something special in me right?
Right?
YOU ARE READING
Not like you
PoetryEveryone has flaws and everyone wishes they were like someone else, but what if everyone had something special too?