Cracking Up.. Poem by Victoria Thompson

I switch on my life
Everyday is practically the same
I tare it off for moments which should last forever

Looking through my lenses I imagine,
other peoples thoughts.
Do they know? Do they have any Idea?

I pour all I know into pinning down a personality.
I linger on a puzzling face.

Do these people all need such attention?
Do they need to be so known, so loved?

The desperation for acceptance screams to be caged.
There heart races as though I know something.

Secrets, are what makes.
If we decide to keep them.
Our bodies all tell something different,
but all revealing some similarities.

If people did not have eyes,
would all become equal.
We'd have a higher sense of imagination.