INNER CITY STORIES
His mouth: though words are always falling from his lips, he isn’t saying anything
His brain: though he doesn’t work and seems not to understand anything, he knows so much
His emotions: though he says they don’t exist, you can see them residing in his eyes
His ambition: though directed towards the wrong things is so very evident
He can see so much
Hear so much
Feel so much
Do so much
But for some reason, even though he is so capable, he can’t see the secrets I hold in front of him
He can’t comprehend the feeling and thought I put into our conversations
He can’t do the simplest thing, like feel for me the way I feel for him
How can I be so loud and so quiet at the same time?