Eyes

They say the eyes, a window to the soul.
Whether pure as a virgin, or black as coal.

So look into my eyes, tell me, what is it you see?
Do you see my facade, or do you see me?

You cannot see into my soul. better yet, you don't want to know.
Yet still better, look in a mirror, the soul you see, is it your own?

Do you see your hurt and past?
Your conflicts, anger, hatred, wrath?

Or do you see what you choose to show?
Your happiness that everyone knows?

Eyes only show what wants to be shown.
As they only see what wants to be seen

So tell me, "friend" what do you see?
Do you see my facade, or do you see me?