"They" in this poem are those who are trying to figure me out because somehow I don't fit into their mold.
Their eyes brimming with questions
I stare back at them
My eyes offering no explanations
They seek to peel open my layers
But I do not oblige
Because like an onion
The content of those layers might draw stinging tears to their eyes
Poetry by Alfred Iwerebor
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Written on 2006-05-17 at 11:17
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Somethings are better left unsaid
They stare at meTheir eyes brimming with questions
I stare back at them
My eyes offering no explanations
They seek to peel open my layers
But I do not oblige
Because like an onion
The content of those layers might draw stinging tears to their eyes
Poetry by Alfred Iwerebor
Read 790 times
Written on 2006-05-17 at 11:17
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