Yet Your Eyes Show Through
You stand strong and tall
Words sharper than any blade
You break me
Bruise me
Let me fall off my descending tower of hope
Wearing a mask for a face
Nothing shows through
Not happiness,
Not remorse,
Not rage,
Not pity,
Yet heartless, cruel words spew out
Do you relish my unhappiness?
My pain?
Your face is truly an unchanging mask
And like a mask, your eyes show through
They reveal what you refuse to show
They scream
Painfully
"Cry for me,
Please,
Love me."
You would say tears are for the weak,
That you do not shed them
But if you do not cry
Why are your tears painted onto your cheeks?