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Eyes

People tell me that I have

pretty eyes

they say they are

beautiful.

Honestly i don't like them

I find them weird

and of an odd shape.

I hate how they just LOOK, and not SEE.

I hate how they don't notice things.

I hate how I overlook things that have happened.

I'm not good at noticing stuff that happen to the people around me.

 

**Sometimes they even show the painful emotions that

I don't want anyone to know that they actually exist.**

 

 

People say I have a sweet smile.

I hate how my chin protrudes out when I smile

I hate how my jaw looks

I hate it

 

 

And I hate how it hides away the painful emotions.

 

You see,

my eyes and my smile contradicts.

because that's how I feel

right here

right now.

Contradiction.

Dilemma.

Doubt.

I actually don't understand my emotions.

I don't understand why I feel certain ways sometimes.

But sometimes, sometimes is always.

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