I need a blind friend
Who tells me they are impressed

Because I ask myself
At all hours of the day
"If the world was blind,
who would I impress?"

Maybe they could tell me
How my voice really sounds
and they could create beautiful
Metaphors comparing the sounds
They hear everyday to my voice

And maybe they could piece
Together my words
And form a glorious image
In thier blank mind
And tell me how they can almost see me
When they hear the harmony of my sounds

and then they could tell me
I am beautiful
and I could really believe it
because they are
viewing me in a new perspective
as if imagining me from the inside out
heart and brain exposed.