See Me

These blinds over my windows are more like prison bars.
So many tears my eyelids sting.
I blanket this burned face with hands smelling of this rotten world.
My fingers slightly part, the world’s light creeps in.
So beautiful but she doesn't see me.
I want her to notice. It’s trying to recognize beauty beneath the skin.
So I keep my hands over my face…
only now and again to peek into this blind world.