I and My Sunglasses
I cannot see a thing in this world without a pair of sunglasses
because world is so bright that it blinds my eyes.
No one, I suppose, can see my eyes behind sunglasses
I can see everything through darkness of the shade of lenses I wear.
The outlines of the objects may not be sharp as they should
and they are colorless
they are still recognizable as they ought to be.
Although the people say that life is full of hope and promise
because there is a rainbow;
the world is full of romance because there are the beautiful roses,
I saw no colorful rainbow as the others say that always appears
in the sky after the rain, nor flowers of dazzling brightness
the others always admire when long-awaited spring comes around.
To me, however, nothing changes its color or reshapes its outlook;
everything looks the same as before, nothing changes its shape.
I comfort myself from time to time
compared to those sightless people who live in total darkness,
something that bothers me is always hanging over my head and
that is overly blessed people. They wear robes of arrogance and
walk on their way looking down upon others.
To put it another way, the real motive I am wearing sunglasses
may not be my eyesight but to hide my weakness from those
high-headed snobs.
Copyright © Su Ben | Year Posted 2015
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