Teenage Perspective Poem: Sad Eyes
A couple of weeks ago, I was listening to a pretty emotional song about social anxiety and was inspired to create a poem based off the song about a teenager who, throughout his day in school, puts on this personality mask of sorts, where he is strong, dangerous, aggressive and tough, scaring all his classmates as he goes about his day, all the while his eyes, which nobody dares to look deep into, are hiding the scared, upset, soft, kind and ultimately lonely, person he truly is.
The poem is almost written in the form of a letter to his classmates, in which he finally breaks down the barriers he built to protect himself and reveals the struggle he is going through mentally. His ultimate message is that while his classmates may see the person he portrays under his social mask, they are to afraid to look at his sad eyes, which although he understands their reason, he still pleads for that one person...
To reach out their hand,
Embrace him,
And listen, honestly and truthfully,
To the story of his sad eyes
Yitzy Schweitzer
The poem is almost written in the form of a letter to his classmates, in which he finally breaks down the barriers he built to protect himself and reveals the struggle he is going through mentally. His ultimate message is that while his classmates may see the person he portrays under his social mask, they are to afraid to look at his sad eyes, which although he understands their reason, he still pleads for that one person...
To reach out their hand,
Embrace him,
And listen, honestly and truthfully,
To the story of his sad eyes
With that introduction now all done, I hope you find the poem enjoyable.
Best of Wishes,
Best of Wishes,
Yitzy Schweitzer
Teenage Perspective Poem: Sad Eyes
But no one ever looks close enough
Into my soft, sad eyes.
People don’t see the pain
But they see the anger, the silent glare
On my face.
But does anyone really look closer
Into my soft, sad eyes
You stand far apart from me
When I walk past you in the corridor
You are afraid of me,
But do you even realize
That I am afraid,
Of myself
My emotions don’t tell the real story
Because no one reads past that certain page
But if they did
They would read the story
Hidden
Inside my soft, sad eyes
I seem quite tough
Strong, angry and ImposingBut no one ever looks close enough
Into my soft, sad eyes.
People don’t see the pain
But they see the anger, the silent glare
On my face.
But does anyone really look closer
Into my soft, sad eyes
You stand far apart from me
When I walk past you in the corridor
You are afraid of me,
But do you even realize
That I am afraid,
Of myself
My emotions don’t tell the real story
Because no one reads past that certain page
But if they did
They would read the story
Hidden
Inside my soft, sad eyes
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