Don’t look at me
I’m too real
Too fake
Too crazy
Too normal
Too different
Too boring
Too wild
Too ugly
Too beautiful
Too plain
Too complicated
Too sheltered
Too damaged
Too fragile
Too tough
Too big
Too little
Too late
Too early
Too much of a good thing
Too much of a paradox
Too much for you to handle
Too much hard work
Don’t look at me!
Don’t look at me!
Don’t look at me!
You might see me for what I really am
Perhaps
A reflection of you
My dark eyes might mirror the dark lies that you told
My brown skin may have absorbed the sunshine that you stole
The wideness of my smile may resound the wide hopes that you hold
Don’t look at me
Just glance and walk on by
Because if you look too closely
You might start to cry
You might start to chip away at my being
Reducing me from a trusted friend to a fiend
So don’t look at me
Don’t analyse my past
Don’t predict my future
Don’t make judgments about
My life
My work
My worth
My joy
My hurt
My decisions
My transgressions
My worldly exploits
My possessions
It matters not
For everything you see
Is not even me
I simply hold up the mirror
For you to observe your own reflection
So whether you adore me
As imperfect perfection
Or scrutinise my flaws
To the point of rejection
I won’t take it personally
Merely as your own projection
And I’ll try not to do the same
In my own outward introspection
© Sahar' s Mad World