You walk right by,
You stop to cry,
But never do you see me.
I try to hold your hand,
I try to take a stand,
But you never even notice me.
I'm crying too,
Crying out to you,
But you can't see me.
You can't see beyond your tears,
To understand my fears,
And so you fail to notice me.
You walk right by,
You stop to cry,
And I see you.
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To really see someone is rare.
Thank you.
Liz Taylor.
(I draw, too.)
Most people on Gather do not know that.
I'm pretty good at it, too.
I guess I could have prefaced, this poem is about my dad. I wrote it in high school.