.:Deceiving Eyes:.
In my eyes I see
Who I am,
And what I wanna be.
In my eyes,
I a good person
And them great, mysteriuos.
In their eyes,
No good comes at all
When looking at this abstract thing.
In their eyes,
I paint a picture
That is no Van Gogh.
So then I wonder,
Are my eyes wrong?
Or do theirs interpret what I am not?
Whose eyes should I believe?
Should I combine both?
Or should I not see at all?
Who I am,
And what I wanna be.
In my eyes,
I a good person
And them great, mysteriuos.
In their eyes,
No good comes at all
When looking at this abstract thing.
In their eyes,
I paint a picture
That is no Van Gogh.
So then I wonder,
Are my eyes wrong?
Or do theirs interpret what I am not?
Whose eyes should I believe?
Should I combine both?
Or should I not see at all?
2 comments:
Wow! I love it, Vale! When I ask for selections of your blog, please bring this poem to class!
You made me remember of a song that says: "Whose eyes am I behind? I don't recogize anything that I see" or then "I don't see myself when I look in your eyes. I see who I should be". Telling about all the presion that society might do in someone's real way of being...
Great poem!!!!
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