What I see in the mirror,
the vivid image of the man
mimicking every move I make isn't the real me.
Though my sense of sight mocks
the light in my frame of mind,
yes, in spite of its spite of my sight
I choose to only see me with my inner eye.
Reflections are deceptive,
and stonehard images
just don't tell the whole story.
The more you stare at me, the less of me you see.
Why do we judge only what we hear and see?
My heart is my eyes, and my soul is my ears.
I live in two worlds,
and I choose to make decisions from the world that's hidden from your sight.
You think I'm weird, and I think you're weird
but what's weird is that you can't see beneath your nose.
Welcome! This is the first #introduceyourself post I've seen that is written in the style of a poem. Best wishes!
thanks @mininthecity... I was new and willing to do something different. Hope u like it
I do like it. Here's to being weird... :)