My life is a mirage painted on a wall, it has its own story to tell.
With vibrant colors and brilliant hues, they think they know the story all too well.
They stop and stare, and give it just a quick thought or two, not looking past what’s really there, what I really am about.
There’s nothing I can do or say to make them change their mind, they just keep walking and I am left behind.
My thoughts take over leaving only questions I simply can’t answer.
But nothing makes me wonder more, why they stop