Eyes of a Stranger
So long have I tarried in it,
That thick stuff they say is laughter.
But I hear the bitterness
Behind it. How cruel it can be-
Loud and harsh.
And all this time I didn’t-
Wouldn’t-
Believe it. But now I know that
I have been looking into
The eyes of a stranger.
Unknown,
It had forced itself
Into the back of my mind.
But I won’t watch anymore;
I’ve seen this all too much.
And no longer will I gaze
Into those black holes,
Those eyes of a stranger.
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