Look Into My Eyes
A poem that I wrote back in 2013 and part of a collection called Lithium Enema.
It seems like no one gives a damn
Every morning I get ready for this land
By night, I’m tired and dirty with deeds
Everyone always looking at me
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I have a stigma in my life
Cuts into me like a knife
My lonely mind is the only thing I know
My eyes see a world growing old
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Fridays, Saturdays my best days
Screaming inside, yet not afraid
I know what I have done
Try to stay away from the one
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So, I wander through the trees
and rest beneath the canopies
The day I go, I will be free
I’ve seen what you see
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All those judgmental faces
Tell me you want to release
Just look into my eyes
I’ve seen many souls with needs
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I can see that you want to be free
Your honesty will painfully help me
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By Bazooka Teaches
About the Creator
Bazooka Teaches
A regular Joe that is just surviving the struggle. Loves to write and is constantly fighting the forces of evil.
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