☾ Eyes ☽
They say they're perfect
Glowing blue orbs
Centered on a pale canvas.
Long lashes
Framing their roundness.
But
What they don't know.
I hate my eyes.
I add a mask
To cover the dark skin
Of my sleeplessness.
They aren't good for much
I can hardly see
I'm blind
For the most part.
And my lashes
Part of the mask.
And when it's all off
I avoid the mirror.
I can't stand
What I might see.
The wide
Fearing
Eyes
Of a small scared girl.
~s.k.m❋
