Eyes of the Beholder

No one seems to see
the softness of your soul
or the depth of your words.

All they hear is an arrogant boy,
Aacry for attention,
lies among the little truth.

And who holds the winnings
in this situation at hand?
Could everyone be blind,
not truly looking at you,
only sending passing glances,
or am I just to far in love to tell.





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