The World in Her Eyes
She smiles glass shards, spilling from her tongue
I do not smile back, blood spilling from my mouth
Neither of us swallows back our grievances
We have the same face or so everyone says
But she is more beautiful, her face a portrait
My face morphs into a monster, no one screams
She says I am beautiful if only I could see it
I rip out my eyes and hand them to her
I smile, but she does not smile back
Instead she swallows all of our shortcomings
This poem is about:
Me