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