Why do they just stare,
Looking past me as if I’m not there
Will they only see me if I look spiffy
With makeup done and groomed hair?
Is it not enough
To live life filled with care and love
Instead of judging one another by our looks
Whether that chick is hot or that guy is tough?
Do they not appreciate this lonely bird
After it’s sad song they have heard?
Do all they care for is the sound of my voice?
Or all they care for is the plumage I gird?
What do they see when they look into my eyes?
Is all that they see a bird in paradise?
Do they not see the sadness, colder than ice,
Slowly killing this bird of paradise?