The People are blind..

They see me,
they notice
how my hair falls
softly, 
past my shoulders.

They notice how my eyes
glisten between blue and green,
against my pallid skin.

They  listen
as I speak words
of wisdom, 
of foolishness.

I paint a smile upon my face 
and watch the world go by.
I lock my silent tears away
my eyes,
they reveal my empty heart.
They never hear me cry at night,
benieth the stars,
before the fight.
I whisper out
to someone near,
my lips are closed, 
they cannot hear.

I paint my face
and dry my tears,
I hide my scars,
my pain,
 my fears.

They see me smile, 
they hear my voice.
They notice me yet
they are blind, 
they cannot hear
my screams 
of fear.
I try to fight and break the chains
that hold me down and feed me pain.
I scream for help
but they cannot hear,
for my lips are closed,
my eyes are dry,
I whisper out
my last goodbye.

They heard me laugh,
they saw me smile
but they didn't see me,
they won't
for a while..