Post operation, visiting time
Here they come, eyes fixed upon the floor
Itís as if they no longer recognise
Who I am anymore
Conversation is somewhat strained
As they do not meet my eye
When I question them, what is wrong?
They do not tell me why
When they leave, I look for a mirror
So I can see what they can see
There before me, as stranger
Is reflected back at me
But waitÖ Iím still me!
How can they be so shallow?
When they turn away, or stare
Why canít they see that Iím still me?
Theyíre not being very fair
If I can accept how Iíll look from now on
Why on earth canít they?
But if how I look offends them now
Then they should stay away!
All they see is the physical
Not whatís underneath
To them Iíve changed, Iím no me
Well, that is their belief
But waitÖ Theyíre not all like that!
Iím jumping to conclusions
Tarring all instead of some
The ones I love and care about
Donít see what has become
They are the ones that matter to me
They look beyond what others see
It doesnít matter to them how I look
To them Iím the same old me
I may look different, but they donít see
They do not have any doubts
For they know, what matters most
Is whatís inside that counts!