My Eyes

Some people see me
and I seem fine..
But my eyes tell other wise.

I'm not very open with people
I'm very shy, quiet and just well different.

As I walk threw the days,
alone in my time of need.
I cry my tears late at night, so no one hears me.

I don't get why I ever let people in...
Some of the people I let in just hurt me, pushed me down tot eh ground.
I fell so many times, I've decide to stay down...

My eyes used to be very happy,
but now this day..
My eyes are sad, unhappy.. and even depressed sometimes...

I hate my eyes now..
But sometimes
I know they can be beautiful.