Eyes

My eyes are the doors to my soul.
They let people see my world so cold.
My eyes show my fear and my pain
even when I try to hid them with a smile.
My eyes show who I really am,
broken, hurt, and scared.

You can look in my eyes and see my scars,
even if they might have healed on my arms.
You can see the truth in my eyes,
even when I lie about how okay I am.
You can see the silent tears trying to fall onto my face,
even when I try to laugh and pretend I am okay.