Blind (2)

Unable to see
I stare forever into darkness
How people stare at me
I only feel their eyes on mine.

I cannot see myself
Except in my mind's eye
Sight is a beautiful wealth
Where its lack is abject poverty.

They say the blind are more insightful
But don't practice what they preach
They think the blind are frightful
They don't even try to hide it.

You'll never know what it's like
To see forever only darkness
Impossible to ride a bike
And all tasks are as hard.

I can do nothing without help
I hate it, I want to help myself
Hate feeling like a useless whelp
I'd rather die but I can't even find a knife.