Poetry

Through all the paths i have been
And all the time i have been given
As well as my life of nastalgic crime
There is an answer i have yet to find
That continues to prick and tear at my mind

This question may confuse you
Or have you think that maybe i'm a little confused
Why don't you tell me?
But first find a mirror and tell me what you see
If you question the reflection or won't believe

Than answer my questions:
Why is beauty blind?
Why is this gift so hard to find?
Why can you see what's behind my eyes
But when i try i begin to cry?
Why can i see into that beautiful mind
But when i share you make me feel as if i've lied?

There can be so many explanations
For these incredibly irritating questions
But i'm at a loss and i don't see any directions
I think i know the answer i ask
But telling i'm afraid would be a very grieving task

Through all the minds i have been
And all the hearts i have been given
As well as living in my heartbroken life
There is an answer i want you to find
Why is beauty blind?