What They See

WHAT THEY SEE

They see nothing,

I see scars.

They see smiles,

I see the lines.

They see curious eyes,

I see the bags.

They see successful,

I see failure. 

They see the glamour,

I feel the dull.

They see the happiness,

I feel the sadness.

They see the talkative.

I feel the silence.

They see the strength,

Yet I feel and see the weakness.

October Poetry Writing Month

Day 3: Insecurities