Through My Eyes

I was listening to "Behind Blue Eyes" by The Who earlier today and this just came to me.

Sit down and close your eyes,
Open you mind,
Forget what you know and who you are,
Take a step into my head,
And, look through my eyes,

People think they know me,
But, you only know a part of who I am,
And, you don't see what's inside,
You don't know the pain, the fear, or the love,
You don't know how I really feel,

There are many sides to me,
Not just light and dark,
It's more complex than that,
And, I'm tired of people only seeing part of who I am,
To know me, is to love me...all of me,

So many times,
People see me smile,
I'm the life of the party,
But, inside I'm broken,
I feel like I need to hide it,

Wearing a mask for all to see,
But, it's begun to feel uncomfortable,
So, I have taken it off,
Exposed,
And, there's no going back,

Take the good with the bad,
If you love me,
You'll accept me...all of me,
If you don't,
There's no one from stopping you from leaving,

How does it feel to see who I am,
To know how I feel,
To see things as I see them,
I'm a beautiful mess,
Imperfect, but real,

What you see now is what you get,
Flaws and insecurites,
Hopes and dreams,
Strengths and talents,
Opinions and values,

Open your eyes and arise,
Now that you've taken the time to see me for who I am,
Will you stay or will you go?
That is the question I pose to you now,
Now that you have looked through my eyes.

Reviews

[T.I.M.S.]

This is a very nice poem.
The true meaning of Christmas has been in most ways forgotten what the Holiday is here for, but with that being said. This is not the true day of his birth it was given this day by the early Christians as they tried to convert the Celtic pagans since the winters solstice is almost as an important holiday as the birth of Christ is to Christians.
Again I do not want to take anything away for your wonderful poem and I do not want you to think I am anti Christian which I am not.
I love this Holiday, because for me my whole family comes together and we tell stories and it is just fun to be around them.
That is the true meaning of Christmas for me.

[Roger Ferguson II]

thats very true, it seems like christmass is only about getting gifts and buying crap anymore, when realy the holiday is to honor Jesus's birth. ^_^ thank you for remineding me, great poem.