You’re never really you
Are you?
The walls are up
The facade nice and solid
The smile too wide
But I know better
Better than you could ever dream
I’ve built my own walls before
Hid behind my own facade
And there’s one thing I’ve learned
The eyes
They never lie
The holes in the armor
The reflections of honesty
Hide all you wish
Hold back everything
Lock it up deep inside
But there’s always a path
Always a portal
I won’t claim to have the key
The gates are still sealed shut
But as long as I can look
In those holes
In those eyes
Those eyes that show so much
Then I can hold out hope
To break your free
Insomnia’s a bitch. Insomnia coupled with connecting the dots on something I should’ve realized a LOT sooner is an even bigger bitch…
Later edit: This should’ve been posted last night/this morning, but right before finishing it I pretty much passed out at my tablet. For the best, considering the near-spam level of posting I did last night/this morning. Anyway, after sleep I realized this could be a retread of a very old poem of mine with the same title. Not the first time I ripped myself off, and likely not the last…