Who do I see when I look through your eyes?
A person? A thing? Or a toy?
An object of permanence in your life?
Or a deliberate shadow,
Out of focus in the background of your life?
I pretend I see myself
I pretend I'm fine
I pretend to put away and lock the door behind.
The person I see before me does not wear my skin.
What do I do when I don't recognise myself?
How did I get here? Who are you?
Why do you act like me?
Am I you? Are you me?
Do you talk? Or just pretend to be?
I see the others, eyes everywhere.
But are they seeing you, or are they seeing me?
I move when you move.
You talk when I talk.
I don't understand how we came to be.
Truth is skin deep, they say
But how deep when I don't see myself?
Am I a pretender, or are you?
This is not my skin. Who are you?
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Songbird
Poetry"Our thoughts are more than just expression." I am not a perfect poet, but I try to paint something for your mind. A collection of poetry expressed by me. It will be updated randomly.
