I know that its a lot
To expect others beyond the surface
To see the real me.
Of course my existence is quite evident;
A mere glimpse in my direction will prove that.
But it can be frustrating when others
Fail to conceive of the individual I am.
When others forget about the heredity that moulded me;
And the experiences that shaped me;
And the hopes, dreams, and desires that inspire me.
But I shouldnt be too critical;
I pass judgment without substantial cause, too.
I suppose we shouldnt deceive ourselves,
And we should take the time to enable us to see
What is really behind the visual image.
Even though obviously
They arent noticeable,
But want to be,
Not for there intelligence,
But for whom they are.
