Eyes, the window to the soul.
Or the mirror?
When our eyes connect,
do you see what I'm feeling,
or is your own pain reflected there?
Are you aware?
Do you see the signs?
Or, are you too caught up in yourself?
Are you looking for my soul
or a smiling face?
Your vanity has a price.
Am I to pay it?
I'm pleading for my life.
My eyes a desperate cry...
Begging just one person
to stop,
to see,
ask why.
But, to care is overrated.
Compassion is a bore.
We all compete in vanity, but
what are we fighting for?