Figments…
Trying to grasp…
While walking past all this noise…
What does he mean?
She’s mean?
Blessed be those who can see…
While I try to perceive…
What a smile means…
Or a frown…
All this doubt…
Pass by the crowd…
Another bout of pain…
Can I make it…?
But the blank stares…
Please stop…
Judged by all…
Why can’t I be unseen…
Let me be…
Yet I wish for more…
For what they have…
For those smiles…
Just to feel what happiness is about…
Blessed be those who can see…
I’m not one of them…
They don’t understand me…
Why I am who I am…
Eyes look away…
Another day gone…
But I made it…
Blessed…
Silent Scholar 