.Deceiving Eyes.

In my eyes
I see Who I am,
And what I wanna be.

In my eyes,
I a good person
And them great, mysterious.

In their eyes,
No good comes at all
When looking at this abstract thing.

In their eyes,
I paint a picture
That is no Van Gogh.

So then I wonder,
Are my eyes wrong?
Or do theirs interpret what I am not?

Whose eyes should I believe?
Should I combine both?
Or should I not see at all?

by ValeMé