Eyes

My eyes.

My evil eyes.

The eyes of a liar,

a murderer,

a thief.

They only perceive pain,

sadness,

hatred.

Why won't they see the happiness that occurs daily?

Because my eyes,

my evil eyes,

do not know any better.

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