Glass Eyes

They walk on by,

All the time.

Day or night...

They look through me,

Never at me,

Just at themselves.

I look back,

Unseen. 

As they perfect.

And hide their lovers...

Adjust their ties;

Their lipstick;

Their lies.

The makeup 

To hide

The darkness 

Beneath eyes.

Sometimes 

Sleep deprived,

Sometimes

Fists.

It all depends. 

Sometimes,

I take it to heart.

But then 

If they knew

What I could see

Would they even change?

Reviews

[Thepensiveplayer]

The question posed at the end of this piece drives me to ponder it. I wonder if people can change as well, if they knew how you really felt, but it comes down to expressing yourself in the best way for you. very nice.