People
by Me
People look at me
and all they see is handsome.
People listen to me
and they say; "Oh, how clever he is."
People make love to me
and they think, "how full of joy he is."
The truth is that I am misery.
Alone.
And nobody knows but me.
Because they see the looks
and hear the sounds.
And feel nothing
Nothing but themselves.
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