What He Cannot See
His hazel eyes can only see so much
But he has no clue, i live in this ditch
Where there lies pain and disgust, tears and
perhaps one day it will either break me or mend.
I cannot see it all, for it all lies against my back
Where i refuse to see all the misery one guy gave me.
He left me out of the circle,
he touched me inappropriately
and believe me- he was my favorte music teacher.
What he cannot see is
where is the rest of me?
Where is the heart that I learned to love again?
Where is the kindness that he taught me?
Where is he that broke even me?
He could not see, but only feel
some of the pain I still carry now.
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