Seeing is Not Believing

The outside is not usually the same as the inside

I have blonde messy hair

It’s thick and never ending

I have blue eyes that reflect the person looking in

I hate showing my emotions to the open world

I am guarded and very understanding

I hate showing weakness

My eyes have no emotion unless I’m happy

Happy Is all I am on the outside

I am a mess on the inside

I don’t care what you think

But I will not judge you

I can’t I feel wrong when I do

Seeing the outside of a shell

Isn’t believing what is there

You have to look past to see the person

I truly am