Eyes

Eyes are the window to the soul they say.

What, my eyes show this day?

Sorrow, memories, pain

Every day of rain. 

Why?

Rough life is

Not for all showbiz.

Hard, cruel, unkind

People trying to brainwash my mind

I see things in a different way

And man, the things people say!

It hurts

They are curt

No regard for me

Still, you I see.

I am sad

They are glad

But I hide it

Cover my pain with wit

But my eyes betray my secrets and pain.

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