What They See
What does someone see,
when they really look at me?
The sadness in my eyes?
My permanent disguise?
Do they notice that I am alone,
always on my own?
A smile that used to be.
Weary, like the rest of me.
I may look ready to run.
Afraid that I could become undone.
Maybe they nod and walk away.
Thinking I have nothing important to say.
They may not look at me at all.
Not to worry, I won't call.
I don't know who or what they see.
I am not sure who is the real me.
Copyright © Sandra L. Weiss | Year Posted 2019
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