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In Their Eyes
It amuses me,
About how fast perceptions can mutate,
As if a small bruise on the knee is all she can be,
In their eyes, an amalgam of thoughts, her fate,
To someone she is love
And to some she is pain,
To someone she is a white dove,
And to some she is insane,
To some, she looks cute,
And to some, she looks overweight,
She tried to accept or refute,
But in their eyes, it was her fate,
Because Her smile and her tears had a thousand meanings,
Even if she spoke, her words were twisted,
Her throat and mind shackled, no use in screaming,
Until all that she whispered,
"Who am I really?"
© amyd
About how fast perceptions can mutate,
As if a small bruise on the knee is all she can be,
In their eyes, an amalgam of thoughts, her fate,
To someone she is love
And to some she is pain,
To someone she is a white dove,
And to some she is insane,
To some, she looks cute,
And to some, she looks overweight,
She tried to accept or refute,
But in their eyes, it was her fate,
Because Her smile and her tears had a thousand meanings,
Even if she spoke, her words were twisted,
Her throat and mind shackled, no use in screaming,
Until all that she whispered,
"Who am I really?"
© amyd
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