I Am.

Poetry speaks

I stared in to the eyes of the world,

and warmed gazes hugged me.

Because to it,

I am everything.

No mistakes can I make,

no flaws do they see.

Because to them,

I am perfect.

Inside a fantasy

is where I let my eyes be.

Because their,

I am free.

The world speaks to the deaf,

by painting me white.

Like a wall with many stains,

I am beautiful.

The world writes to the blind,

by describing my sight.

Like the sun hidden by its rays,

I am seen.

Private sessions with my artist

and red oceans does he love to draw.

Because it's here,

I am home.

Portraits only for me

he hangs upon every wall.

Because of this,

I am important.

I stared into the eyes of my world,

and a cold gaze pierces me.

Because to father,

I am nothing.