Confessions Of A Girl With No Eyes

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Something that has been on my mind for a long time, but which I haven't been able to put into words until now. I hope you enjoy! Feedback is always greatly appreciated!

Why do you ignore certain kinds of beauty?
I see you
Sitting at the metro
Or walking down the street (busy as always)
Scrolling through your expensive phone
I try to meet your gaze
But something's not quite right
Where are your eyes?
In their place there are mirrors
You look but you do not  see

Not really

Not anymore

 

Why are you captivated by the obvious, the undoubtable

beauty (what you see is all there is)

of the paper boys and girls

hiding their impassiveness behind their half-lidded eyes,

their lovely smiles

 

Why do you not care about the obscure beauty of real people?

There's a girl sitting opposite from you at the metro

Her skeptical green eyes are filtering

the naked glow of the neon lights overhead

turning it into gold flecks,

making it almost soft

 

There's a boy walking beside you on the street

He's practically bursting with energy

his fingers aching to mold the strings of his guitar

to the melody kicking inside of his chest

He's smiling a gap-toothed grin

much too big for his face

 

They're not made of paper

They're flesh and blood and bone

(messy, complicated)

But they are so beautiful

Why can't you just see?

 

I'm standing in front of my mirror

(the big one on the inside of my closet)

again. Somehow I always end up here.

I hate this. I hate me.

My thighs are too big (you know, you're becoming just like them)

My stomach is too round (obsessed, depressed, possessed by vanity)

My ribs don't stick out enough (hey, paper girl, I can see right through you! You're no better than the rest of them!)

I jerk my head upwards and look at my face (Why can't you just see?)

Where the hell are my eyes?


Submitted: August 05, 2014

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Anny Sukmana

wow.. good poem! i love the way you describe it

Tue, August 5th, 2014 5:04pm

GypsyMoth

Thank you so much! :)

Tue, August 5th, 2014 5:10pm

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