To me, my eyes are windows
My soul exposed
Showing to the world
My every joy or suffering.
What I never realise
Is how the windows are blocked
Curtains drawn
Blacked out from the inside
With cardboard and tape
A weak defence
Subconsciously put up
A weak defence to hide behind.
My tears are blocked in
Slowed to an escaping trickle
Burning and stinging
As it prevents the waterfall.
Can't you see
How I feel?
I'm drowning here
Look through the gaps
Through the window
A broken soul remains.