The Boy With The Blue Eyes
The boy with the blue eyes,
Somehow manages to see past
The fake smiles and laughs.
I am not sure how he manages to do this.
It scares me, I feel vulnerable and open.
He sees the scars on my wrist
And the pain in my eyes.
He knows the hurt and loneliness
I feel in this cruel world.
The boy with the blue eyes.
This poem is about:
Me