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People say far too often
eyes are the window to the soul
but when people see my ugly eyes,
they see someone who:
cannot think
cannot speak
cannot decide
cannot feel
cannot simply be
People say far too often
eyes are the window to the soul
but when people see my broken eyes,
they see someone who:
Should be mocked
Should be hated
Should be exploited
Should be gone
Merely a thing which needs to disappear
for they see but the fragments of shells,
They cannot to see Me.
Me.
When I listen to them long enough
I do believe.
I am not soul at all.
I am an empty shell.
I am not real.
I am invisible.
I simply cannot be.
But.
My beautiful eyes say nothing about Me.
The window to my soul is through Me.
Me.
My creativity
My humour
My passions
My joys
If the eyes were truly the window to the soul
people will see Me.
Me.
my existence
my mind
my consciousness
my thoughts
my being
They would see all the qualities which make me human.
Because. I. Am.
I can simply be Me.