Breey Hayden - Stranger

people have told me i have changed,
and that i always look tired.
these bags under my eyes explain,
i've just over expired.
they say my eyes are always sad,
and i am just a little quiet.
all the flaws that they point out on me,
have caused an aweful riot.
i don't know what they see in me,
i don't know where to start.
but i know that i will always be a stranger,
in their fallen hearts.

'Our greatest glory is not falling,
but rising everytime we fall.'
-Unknown

Breey Hayden

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stranger-53/