You stopped me in the hall one day, asking
Do I look upon the world with a ‘happy look’?
Perhaps I sighed
Happy to me maybe
If I wish to share my thoughts
Although I don’t
I watch your smile fade into a look of horror
You say I have lost the look of the world
What ever do you mean by that?
My dark eyes you say
Unknowing frown
My hopeless expression
And blackened dismal appearance
… Pale as death
I chuckled
I tell you, I am nothing like death
A tool maybe… some days
I see myself as you will never see me
To you, I am not me but misunderstood
Tell me, would you cage away from sight a beautiful painting
Or, deny a rose of water and sunlight?
Well, that is how I feel within
You are all failing in the realm of acceptance
No… in the realm of viewing
For you don’t really see me, nor will you ever
But, you know, that is ok
As long as I see the world as I want, knowing it is that way
You will be the unhappy ones
Not I
I took one last glance at you
Turned around
And kept on walking