Eyes are called many things
I called mine a window of pain
It’s my mind that cries
Tears are no where near my eyes

Hear what I’ve heard
Listen to all the words
All the things I’ve been told
It’s not a window, it’s just a hole

If you feel the words I say
My language as a doorway
I mask my real emotions
A shelter against my destruction

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