They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, so why are mine so dead?
Fleeting fantasies reflect in my heart but never in my eyes
Does that mean I have no soul, no desires?
Because I have many- they are just unawakened, unknown.
I wish sometimes that you could see through me, then maybe I wouldn't have to try so hard.
Maybe my eyes wouldn't have to be a mirror.
But then you would see something that was disgusting and my eyes would close and my soul shut up.