a coloured perspective

as days are spent
in quiet observation
and wondering why she cringes
at my mere sight

the wind howls
as it ceaselessly blows
behind my ears
and i run inside to hide

but she notices
for a second, stares
observes, recognizes,
only to look away

and again a tinge of disgust
swims into her expression
and misguided opinions
make weary a pretty face