shivalihp

We're eating lunch

and someone says your name

and he asks

how is she anyway?

There's an orchestra in my heart

that's playing just for you

and playing happy now

because they care.

I have a big mirror in my room

It stretches the length of me

Showing everything

Every morning I stand

Right in front of it

I see all my flaws

I see everything

That isn't perfect

Fragile

We all hurt...some worse than others...

They might say they're ok, but they aren't...

They don't want you to worry so they hide their feels...

Although I’d likely consider myself shy and coy, 

Occasionally withdrawn from the crowd, 

There are many facets of an observer.

For one,

The ultimate observer can detect feigned emotion,

I stand alone as the clouds turn gray. 

I watch as the rain starts to fall. 

I hear a roar of thunder in the distance. 

I see a bolt of lightning a few miles away. 

though honorable and necessary,

i fail to recognize the emotion and fervor within technology and maths.

of course, it is possible one feels emotional and passionate for those pursuits,