Reflections of You

I can feel the burn of your stare;
even when it was wrought with sadness
and compassion,
I can feel it.

I can you feel you gaze upon my awkward gait;
I hear the laughter surrounding my hands as they tremble trying to do what yours do.
I can feel the burn.

What you don’t know, as you passed me by,
is the depth of my pain. You cannot see it;
your eyes hold only your perceptions of me.
You do not see the pride within my soul as I accomplish a minor feat that challenge my twisted limbs; things you take for granted.

I can feel the burn of your stare.

Bound by the same clock as you;
I dance with time to become someone
and not an affliction. Yet there is still that burn from your stare.
Piercing my flesh with opinions and misunderstanding; I feel the burn of your stare tormenting me.
Yes I am different yet I am you.