who am I in the eyes of the others ?
who truly am I ?
am I truly alive or just surviving ?
am I really what people see ?
am I really what I'm letting people see ?
asking myself over and over, and over.
life went by,
still chasing the light,
still no one noticed,
still no one saw what was not shown,
still no one heard what was not said.
pretending to see through my eyes,
"looking through your soul", they said.
If then, a wall is built between my eyes and soul.
YOU ARE READING
loud thoughts, deafening silence [ Completed]
Poetrywe're all broken souls and need something to cure our scars.