what will it take?

when i stop singing
will they start listening?
when i stop painting
will they start seeing?
when i stop acting
will they start believing?
when i stop writing
will they start to reading?
what will it take
for them to finally see me
to look beyond the facade
and hold the real me
in the palm of their hand?

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offered up for Jingle Poetry's Poetry Potluck [muse, art, music and poetry].