through dark eyes you view me
unable to see the good
shaded to the light
wholly willing to except bad
you take me for what you see
not who i am
i resist not
to be taken at all is a luxury
others often miss
as they sit like a wilting wall flower
waiting
i am what i am
not who i am
for you.
be who you are
for you not me
it makes no difference
for i am blind.
©spor
