Through the eyes
What do people see from the inside out?
How do people look past everything and
see only to the inside? The eyes
are the only passage to the reality,
the passageway to my soul.
The cold, dampness of the outside world
is almost too much to bare. As the
fog rolls in, there is no stopping the darkness.
No one can escape it, it has come for us all
as it always will day and night.
When I look around, all I see is sadness
across every person’s features. It may
no be apparent to everyone, but if you actually
look you will see it.
On the outside, everything is fake.
Most people have plastered on their masks
and believe that they need to make
others accept them before themselves.
But you only see their true feelings
Through the eyes of the beholder.
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