Little Pieces of Mine

Eyes

You look at my eyes and see joy and time

The small wrinkles starting to appear around the edges.

You don't even the see the makeup that I use under and around my eyes.

You've become so accustomed to it you don't notice the different layers that are staring at you.

You see the light maskara I use to "help" my self-confidence.

But it has never actually helped.

In fact it makes it worse.

I think when people look at me in the halls their eyes scream FAKE!

But my eyes were already screaming back louder, 

you don't hear though.

Every day my eyes look glossy but it's only the eye drops,

I used up my own.

You don't really see my eyes.

The real ones, underneath all the layers, the lies, the fake.

You don't see the dark circles everyone calls my eyes.

You don't see the bloodshot eyes from when I woke up,

Three days ago.

Another sleepless night for me. Yay!

Another day of lies!

The nightmare I see when I close my eyes to sleep.

You'll never understand, neither will I,

I just want to close the fake, the lies, the layers.

I want to close my eyes.

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Wow I have absolutly no idea where all that came from.