I've always heard people saying that the eyes are the windows to the soul. My windows aren't windows at all. They are steal doors bolted shut from the inside. Behind the doors, is a little girl with the looks of innocents. screaming and kicking she fights, her little weak body is no match for the metal chains and latches, holding her in place. so much pain is held within each scream and cry poured from her mouth. No one coming to her rescue. no one caring about each cry for help. So chained up she will remain inside of these so called windows that we call eyes.