What I see

What I see
In the eyes of beings
Equally capable of sight
Understanding their plight

What I see
Is delight
In eyes that shine
When a new born baby
Takes his first cry

What I see
Is defiance
In fiery eyes
When a boy boldly
Attempts truancy


What I see
Is depression
In bleak dreary eyes
When a person breaks
Mindlessly ranting at every take

What I see
Is anger
Through narrowed eyes
When a person boils
Venting with a raised voice


I do not see
The fear of a new mother
Nor do I see the want for attention,
Understanding and consolation.

What we see
Is what we want to believe
And what we are
Is what we believe