Girl Behind The Glasses

Beyond what you see and hear is a mind filled with words, both clear and unclear.

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Tears

"Be this, be that, or else I'll get mad" "Do this, do that, it makes me glad" Fail, fail, scared, hide, so sad Am I really that bad? Learn your colors, your letters, Shapes and make friends. I cry.

"Be this, be that" I've grown better I know more than colors or letters Can count better, can't tie my hair yet A disappointment. Do you love me? I cry, I cry.

Friends leave, leave Are they my friends? Acquaintances? Classmates? "It's because you're you" Keep quiet, don't show, shhh. I hurt, I cry, I cry.

People-pleaser, no identity, Fake, fake, fake. Am I loved? Do you love me? I just want to make you proud Why? Why? Don't you love me? Heart tightens, I hurt, I cry, I cry.

Is it you? Will you be there? People's words hurt, but shhh, shhh Don't say a word, they're just teasing Don't take it to heart, just smile Just smile, keep smiling, it'll be okay Hollow feeling, heart tightens, I hurt, I cry, I cry.

Help... help... help... It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts

STOP CRYING! STOP! STOP! STOP! STOP! STOP! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop please.

t..ea.r...s o.f.. ..j.....o..y When?

- M.H.

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It's nice to have met you, really, truly Though your temper is sometimes unruly It's nice to have met you, definitely

I'll stop with the rhymes and meters.

You seem more than what you appear to be You write words both light and heavy. Playful but also serious, Impulsive and sometimes careful. Like turbulent and calm waves.

I like you, you're such a sweet person I feel like I've met a close friend I could talk to Despite thoughts clashing, 2.5 hours, six and a half years Experience, culture, and belief

Rare to meet a person who writes Words the way you do, and rarer still, You read my poems, listened to my song and story. Your words were kind, so kind and sweet. I'd give you a hug, when we do meet.

Rare to meet a person who writes the way you do.

This isn't hello nor is it goodbye, I just felt writing this before I forget, How I'm just really happy that we have met.

- M.H.

P.S. Happy Birthday

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Wishful Thinking

I don't like this feeling,

thinking of someone I shouldn't,

when people I respect have

told me "no, stop it".

It was supposed to go

away, and it surprisingly did;

moments after that was just

normal, just an ordinary meeting.

But here's the thing, I

always knew it would happen,

and when it did, what's

supposed to be gone, isn't.

- M.H.

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Do Not Return

A.,

She prays in her heart, “Lord teach me to wait” But prays in her head, “please let it be him” Wait, maybe it’s the other way around Either way, her mind and heart are unsound

Hope he doesn’t notice her small glances She does not believe in that circumstance That he’d turn his head and glance back at her ‘Cause the thought of her and him, it’s a blur

She’s drawn with the way how he worships God Hands raised, feet jumping, shouts of praise so loud Or in quiet hums, before service starts She’s drawn to him, but never shows that part

How, or when, did it start? That’s a secret He'd figure out who she is, *dumbfounded* Let’s just keep it here, as words on paper Just a poem, not even a long letter

Do you get it? You are ‘he’ in this poem And I am her, let’s keep the plot going *Pause* what plot? Of him and her? That’s absurd! The thought of that is just very much blurred

She wants to say how much she admires him Or how funny she finds him, thoughts spacing At first she never knew him, then time passed Short glances, she prays this feeling won’t last

As this ends, she wants everything to stop No glances, no thoughts, enough is enough The past that he had, she can’t help but hear “There’s no chance”; embarrassed he’d know she fears

“Lord teach me to wait” and she prays again “Help him find her, so I’d finally end” “These short, little glances; please, please, I pray” “To finally end this feeling, today”

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No Return Address

A.,

I can’t explain why, but I always glance at you Just glance, not look, the latter’s to obvious I can’t look straight at you, my words fail Mouth shut, careful I might spill these words

I admire the way you’re such a nice person It’s cute that you’re spaced out some times It’s funny, how you bond with close friends I wish we could be that close, just wish I admire the way you worship God As if you don’t care about anything else How you sing, how you jump How you praise still, while playing for the Lord I won’t be able to tell this to you upfront I just admire you, that’s all I have no illusions of myself I’ll never admit who I am to you

Know this though, I’m sure Whoever God wants for you Is out there, and praying for you I’m sure she’s lucky--no, blessed to know it’s you

I apologize if you have read this far I wanted to write more, but might reveal too much If possible, please don’t show this to others I wish to stay invisible; praying for you always

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Never See (Always Blind) Part 1

“People are not only blind to what they don’t want to see, but also blind to what they don’t care to see.” I’d hear people feel bad about those who lie on the streets or who live under bridges. I’d hear people feel concerned about their friend who was once carefree but now looks upset. I’d hear people talk about those who committed suicide, that they showed smiling faces before their death. However, there is one more thing that isn’t always seen by the majority.

I’m sure most people have heard of this very brief story, but I’ll mention it anyways. There were two frogs to be boiled in water. One was placed within the pot while the water was still lukewarm, and it was slowly heated until boiled. The other, wasn’t dropped on the pot until the water was boiling. Guess who was able to escape? Pretty sure it’s the latter frog. Why? I won’t go into specifics about frogs being cold-blooded and adaptive to temperature, so I’ll just mention my point. The first frog died because it didn’t know it was slowly being killed.

- M.H.

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Person_A: Have you ever thought what it would feel like to be the other person?

Person_B: Do you mean, what it feels like if I was poor or sick?

Person_A: No, something much deeper. Have you ever felt like you want to know what's inside the person's head?

- M.H.

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Ever

ever shout without being heard? ever sobbed without anyone glancing? ever walked in a room and no one notices? ever felt like a walking disaster? ever felt like people were just "required" to talk to you?

- M.H.

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Invisible

Nobody notices when I appear Nobody notices when I leave Yes I'm used to not being seen But it's kind of lonely too. Sadly no one ever notices. Why? Because my face is naturally blank or sometimes smiling So no one knows just how lonely I am But then again, I'm not alone if Someone loves me, right?

- M.H.

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Death

I roam the skies facing flickering lights Hunting anyone when the time is right Some say I am a gift, for some a curse Can you think of anything that is worse?

Nobody knows what’s beyond the darkness Some may think that it’s just pure emptiness That it’s a null void waiting to be filled Some just wait for the time they will be killed

I can come into anybody’s mind Souls did not know it’s them I came to find With a glint, with a gleam, my scythe appears Terrified eyes, no hope but flowing tears

I watch you every night under the moon And I will go to you anytime soon For if you see me any time of day Just say these words, I will go: “not today”

- M.H. & J.