It is said...
That the eyes
are the window to the soul
  
So..
If that's so
I wonder what one must see
when they look into me...
Perhaps...
these dark pools of oblivion
Are.... too deep
That must be why
Some just glance and walk away
Always looking like
My eyes took the life
Out of all .... they wanted to say
Now...
I just wear sunglasses...
Sparing those who would
fall into my inner abyss
I prefer to be incognito...
Internalizing all my own ****.
Who says I have to share it
Who says anybody needs to hear it
Complaining is like an infection
First one ...then everybody
falls right in....
Well...
Not me...
Im gonna wear my sunglasses
and keep
all my twisted
****** up emotions
To myself.