Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Somewhere in a Shade of Some Color, is the Someone I Use to Be.

Who am I to say
who I am
when I look at myself
through everyone else's eyes?

As if my own sight
wasn't strong enough. . .

I'm clearly someone
so weak that
I have no eyes
of my own.

So transparent
that instead of seeing me,
you often see
straight through me.