Poor soul
I see you
I know you, who you are, who you masquerade yourself to be
I see when your fists clench, your jaw tightens
as you walk past rows of people
with not a thought in their minds
I see your shoulders slump, your eyes dull
when you sit at a desk and wish to be
far, far away
I see your body tense, hear your fiery words
at injustice and prejudice
I see, in the crowd
as you huddle into yourself, clamp your mouth shut
keeping your dreams contained
I see, everywhere you go
How you keep your bright eyes down, turn away, shoulders raised
How you never speak
in a truly joyful voice
Your snarls, your sarcasm, your bitterness
That is you
That is the you they know
But I know
that is not you
For I see you
When you hunch over a desk, your mind somewhere far away, someplace beautiful
and breath stunning life into pen marks
When music flows around you
your eyes sparkle,
knowing that you can make it through
When you laugh with your friends
I see the golden ray of happiness that blooms
in the air and your heart
When you slump over a book, head down
your mind is far away, and you wish to be there
And you love
When you look out a small window, thousands of feet in the air
and watch the flowing whipped clouds, the endless rosy sky
and wish to fly
I see you smile
When you are alone,
wandering a great castle, surrounded by a vast woods
Knowing the path; enveloped in art, legends, lore, bright peace
I see your spirit soar
That is you
That is the you only you can know
Why?
Poor soul
Do not hide yourself away
Let them see you
see who you truly are
Rise, shine, fly
like an infant bird
into the light.