I See You Looking. Poem by Graham Jones

I sit here in my window
And I'm looking out
I look at them and wonder
If they scream and shout

I look at them, they look at me
And some will stare
Others look around upon the ground
And almost anywhere

Others look at me, as though they cannot see
That if they look they will be compromised
And somehow if I see them
They will be despised

What is it that we see in others eyes
That they can see inside our silent cries
Or is it something more that makes them stare
To see beyond that what I call my silent prayer

I sit inside my window looking out
My world controlled by self made doubt
Or is it the reflection of my very eyes
And in it of a soul that dies.