Byron Poem

To many people,

You are no one.

They don’t think of you as an equal,

And think your words are poison.

They stare and point

As you walk by.

They think you always disappoint.

And see you as just shy.

Yet I think not

Those things they say.

To me you mean a lot,

In many ways.

You heart is so kind,

And as pure as a dove.

Those people who stare are blind;

For they see not the true self of the one I love.

This poem follows the rhyme scheme of "On This Day I Complete My Thirty-Sixth Year."  This poem is mean t to focus on the idea of individual over group perception.  In this poem there are people that look down on a person and basically labelling her as a outcast with trying to know her.  However, there is one person that sees her for who she really is and thinks that she is great. 

Gordon, George. "On This Day I Complete My Thirty-Sixth Year." British Literature. Ed. Ronald H. Horton. Greenville, SC: BJU Press, 2003. 562-563. Print.