While i was at a con recently i wrote a poem
My eyes by JP Starlet
Eyes are the windows to the soul, yet I cannot bring myself to look others in the eyed. I fear many thing. The looks the other may hold, distaste for mr, hatred, a desire to harm. I once believed i was a poor soul or lost soul. Now i realize, i am broken. I lie, saying "im fine", when in al truth, my silent cries go unheard. I dont want to be hurt, not again! I smile, laugh. Sometimes my emotions really show. From tears after hope fails, or i say such strange things causing laughter go echo from there throats. I see them, i see everything. Though they dont realize it. I see everything, in fear of the day they look into my eyes and discover, how truly broken i am. Broken beyond repair. Is that fear or is that fate?
Sorry if it stinks