Behind These Eyes

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    Behind These Eyes

    BEHIND THESE EYES

    I wear a mask to hide my true self
    I accept all blame you just remember my name
    behind these eyes lies the truth uncovered
    like a lost warrior you run from and hide
    burying all your emotions deep inside

    There is a stillness in the way the earth moves
    potential to stop at any given moment and end
    I just sit back and watch everyone else
    try to figure me out, go ahead and try to call me out
    so i can tell you that you don't know what your talking about
    Try to go beyond these beautiful brown eyes

    Behind these eyes you can see I'm living but not alive
    how everyday i endure small paper cuts of pain
    spilling over outside my veins, look into my soul and see
    you could never be more punctual than me
    its my time to tell it all i have arrived
    so go ahead and spread your lies

    And i take with me your perception of how you thought i was
    how my eyes made you realize you don't know me half at all
    perhaps this could have all been avoided
    if you would stop trying to analyze me
    stop trying to make believe you are better than me
    because in the end none of it matters
    none of this defines who we are
    my time is up i put down my pen
    close my eyes and start all over again

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    POETcece commented on Behind These Eyes

    05-24-2009

    I LOVE THIS PIECE OF ART..IT HAS MUCH FEELING AND EMOTION IN IT..I CAN READ THIS ONE ALL DAY!!THE WAY YOU USED YOUR EYES TO CREATE MEANING WAS VERY NICE!!

    kitap2006

    05/31/2009

    THANK YOU

    lovinsmind commented on Behind These Eyes

    04-10-2009

    i really enjoy readin your work! i always feel like im sitting there with you or that i can relate to the female/human aspects of your writing!

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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