Christine Sears

Their Blind Eyes - Poem by Christine Sears

Oh their blind eyes.
If only they could see the things
That are torturing me

I always laugh,
I never cry.
I wave and say hi.
They keep walking by
Never to know the hurt
I feel inside.

Oh, their blind eyes.
If only they could hear
The thoughts that play
Inside my head.

The ones on constant replay:
Ugly, fat, awkward, annoying.
And also, the thoughts
With which I'm toying...

Oh, their blind eyes!
When will they see
That inside
They are hurting me?

Comments about Their Blind Eyes by Christine Sears

  • Shashikant Nishant Sharma (5/28/2012 11:32:00 PM)

    Very nice and touching poem...Really your poem is very good and sends a clear message...well expressed your feelings... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 28, 2012

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