They Don't Understand...

They once told me 

i observe people too much

too deeply. 

They don't understand what i see, 

i see lost souls 

Looking for a way back home 

searching for lost travellers. 

They don't understand how i gaze into their 

life trying to find some piece to fit into mine 

They don't understand how it feels to feel another 

without showing misery. 

 

I once saw a boy i don't know whether 

i was attracted to his pain 

Or because he was cute

But he had the same look i see every morning 

Just before i awake from my daze 

and just before i sleep from this nightmare. 

 

But when i see these people 

i become calm because i know what they know 

and just almost i feel at home 

they show what they feel. 

 

But the ones close to me show what they hide

and i know what they hide because i see their lies 

in their tail, and i wonder why i am like this 

why i read instead of look

why don't i skip and skip till the book finishes 

instead of anticipating pain. 

 

I wish they too looked too much,

too deeply 

They might understand    

why i don't trust too easily.

Reviews

[Jack...]

This is very deep and in an odd sort of way embracing to me. To see these faces and know the pain is ours, the un-trust that is felt dreanches...very cool poem here.

[La Luna]

Thank you, that means allot :)