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who am i inside your eyes? an angel? a demon? or merely just one in the passing crowd? what do you think when you see me? or do you even notice my presence? can you sense me watching you? can you feel my inquisitive stare? do you know its really me, that person sitting over there? what am i inside your eyes? i want to know, i want to get in, go beyond those tiny crystal barriers, see out through a grey-green haze and see what you see when you look at me. do you see me as the shadow i truly am, or do you see the splashes of colour mixed within? does it matter to you that i cry silent tears? does it matter to you that i suppress silent joy? do you wish to be rid of me or do you wish that i stay? would you like to hear me speak, take a peek inside my mind? tell me what you see when you look at me.

have you ever danced in the rain on an empty summer night or wandered the streets after dark amid the swirling leaves of colour falling from the trees? i wonder if you see these things as i see them, if you feel them reaching out to you as i feel them reaching out for me. can i crawl behind your eyes and see the world as you do?

what do you see when you see me? am i just the odd one sitting in the corner holding the book but not reading? the quiet one carefully working through the math problems but not seeing the numbers on the page? or am i the invisible one, there and not there, watching others but remaining unseen, hearing them, but remaining mute?

i see your eyes searching 'round all the walls. i watch you search for something that isn't really there. i wait. maybe someday you'll see me...and then. then i will know what i am inside your eyes.

©1998 m. hughes

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