Through my Eyes

Through my eyes,

What you do not see,

Is who I am or who I will be.

Through your eyes,

What you see, doesn’t necessarily mean it’s me.

Nothing is how it appears.

Don’t lie to yourself.

Switch some gears.

Listen here, and listen close.

I’m not what I seem,

I am much more serene. 

I am more mysterious than you know.

I am unique, there is only one of me, you know.

Listen, to the words I speak,

Beauty is more than skin deep.

But don’t have it fool you,

Everything is beautiful, yes indeed,

But beauty isn’t everything, it isn’t a need.

Author's Note

A poem about how nothing is ever how it seems.

Reviews

[Fallen Angel]

I'm not really sure what the beginning really means.. But I really love the rest of it. :) It's all so true.

[Soul Fire]

Thank you very much (:

[Soul Fire]

It's about being who you are and discovering yourself.

[Fallen Angel]

I get it. lolz I like it. :3 And you're welcome.

[Dr. Wood ?]

I sort of like this but feel it could be shorter...I think you sort of overplayed it..just a bit...And shouldn't the 3rd line end with BE instead of ME?.....You have a sense of poetry which is obvious

[Soul Fire]

Thanks for your review. My keyboard is messed.I edited that, thanks for your review, i appreciate it. (: