Poems and Things to Find Myself

weak

i tell you that my eyes hurt
and you want to know
why
i avoid the topic regretting bringing it
up
but you push
and push
you want to know why
my eyes hurt
and every time
i tell you i ran into a tree
or I poked myself trying to put in my
contacts
i don't wear
contacts
your stare holds on the lie but you suddenly decide that im telling the
truth
im
not
but i don't want to tell you why my eyes hurt
I don't want you to know that ive been sobbing for
hours
i don't want you to look into my red eyes and suddenly see my
weakness
weak
w e a k
like a dirty spot on a broken
mirror
it makes it even worse to look at