behind blind eyes

 they say the eyes are the window to the soul but when people see my eyes they see someone who cannot think cannot decide cannot feel, someone to be mocked someone to be hated someone who needs to disappear some thing that needs to disappear.

they see a shell of a person. they don't see me.

if you listen to them long enough you might just believe that i do not have a soul at all.

but my eyes say nothing about my soul my mind my consciousness or my thoughts.

if the eyes were truly the window to the soul people would see creativity humour and passion.

they would see all the things that make me human.