Look at me,
What do you see?
Look in my eyes,
Do they tell a story?
Look at my lips,
Do you get fooled by the smile?
Listen to my chatter,
The never-ending happy banter,
Ever wonder if what meets the eye is all?
Find me in my solitude,
Do I still look the happy lark you see?
Listen, and not hear what I say
Do you not glimpse a little something more?
just dig a bit, maybe..
Scratch the surface, a little?
If you still see the gaily, laughing me..
Well, either I ma natural artist,
Or you, another one of them...
Looking but not seeing.
Hearing but not listening.
Being there, but not there at all.
You are one more blinded sympathizer.
By Fizzah Aziz