your eyes are but stained glass
with hues of a forest and ocean combining
and they look into my pupils
and they try to see the agony

but some windows have curtains
draped behind the panes
to keep outsiders from looking in

behind these curtains is
a distraught person, curled upon
the floor in fear that a
voice that was not there is growing louder
and louder and fulfills the
pleasure of being a monster

and if the curtains open,
the monster within can be seen
by you, an outsider, and things
that should not be seen are
brought unto the light

and your eyes, your stained glass
with specks of forest and ocean
will darken while noting my despair

and you see, this is why I
can never let anyone in