Do you see the little bird chirping?

Do you see its broken wing?

Do you see the little boy laughing?

Do you see his sunken eyes?

Do you see those friendly faces?

Do you see their hidden lies?

Do you see them come apologize?

Do you see the cracks they left behind?

Do you see the endless night sky?

Do you see the stars that cease to shine?

I see it all,

The broken wing, the sunken eyes,

The cracks and stars and hidden lies.

I see the strongest of them all,

And I see their tears forget to fall.

I see them breaking from inside,

But I see them try to stand tall.

I see them hide their scowling eyes,

I see them cry like crocodiles.

I see them pour their hearts away,

And end up getting bruised again. 

I see them all,

I see them rise, I see them fall,

I see them hurt but stand tall.

But they don't see my silent gaze,

The sorrow etched upon my face.

They don't see the quiet rage, 

The ache of being on a different page.

They see my laughter and my smiles,

A simple soul in the midst of life.

No, they don't see my trembling heart,

Bearing the weight of a life so far.

They don't see the lonely eyes,

Waiting for a soul to fill the void.

I hope one day a heart will feel,

The depth of a world I can't unsee.

I hope we set our hand in hand,

And leap across this unknown land.

Do you see a set of dark brown eyes?

Or all the worlds I hold inside?

~M.Sora