Seeing Isn't Everything Poem by Franchesca Mia Tortoza

Why, on sight, do countless throngs rely?
Why, if unseeing, do multitudes cry?

They say, 'Don't judge a book by it's cover, '
But that philosophy, the truth it does cover.

Many question why I love the darkness—
Because, in here, I don't feel as useless.

Many ask why I freely fantasize and dream—
Because they don't judge me based on how I seem.

Many wonder why I exceedingly value my pen—
Because these tales can be more understanding than men.

Many ponder on my opinions ever strange—
But I believe them, and they will never change.

I rebuke whoever said, 'Seeing in believing, '
For this my heart dictates—'Seeing isn't everything.'