Sad Eyes

I’m tired of
thinking it through
because in the end
I know I’m beautiful.
Dress it up as much
as you like, if you don’t
believe it no one else will.

And I feel it.
I see it and I know
other people see it too.

So when he says,
“You seem different.”
And I say, “Well, I am.”
He replies, “Do other
people notice?” and
I say, “They do.”

He’s got
Sad eyes.
Always.
They stare back at me
but they never seem
to see what I want them to.
~5/20/13

Advertisements
Standard

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s