Through Rose Colored Glasses

Through Rose Colored Glasses
By Nancy Rodriquez

I look at you through rose-colored glasses,
and I like to give you the benefit of the doubt,
At times I would rather listen to the masses,
while I am slowly figuring things out,
The perfection in people you seem to expect,
your finger is pointing at them,
when inwardly, it should reflect,
is where to begin,
Seek as you may, and you are not going to find,
perfection is not going to be there,
it does not give you peace of mind,
until you take action to show you care,
and realize control is not yours for the taking,
there is plenty of blame to go around,
whilst hearing the sound of hearts breaking,
as shattered dreams become the normal sound,
you seem to be looking through rose-colored glasses.