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.
They stare back at me
but they never seem
to see what I want them to.


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