Look outside
my mysterious life
Look inside
my sultry eyes
You don't know me
I'm just a face
Look again--try to see
Now I'm replaced
Seasons go by
Life skips my eyes
Look inside
my mysterious life
Sterotyped from everyone
complications never leave
You must have secrets...
You're a woman
made to trust--but never believed.
You love to look
Outside of me
Ashamed of whats inside
Look again--try to see
"Me"--Deep in
my sultry eyes.
much like your poem about appearance being deceiving, people like what they see on the outside, but dont like whats lurking behind the eyes. its too bad that all people care about nowadays is the body. the mind is so much more interesting, even if it is filled with shame or anger
once again. . .
fuck people and what they think