Has fear been written in my face

so obviously seen through my eyes

does everything I feel rewritten deep within my soul?

well I’m not sure, If so, since my eyes are the windows to my soul I shy away before they see it all.

Truly I know not what else my eyes hide.

But I’m beginning to think there’s greed in these eyes.

I’m starting to feel pride pulsing through like a sharp sword.

before it is not mistaken or seen in confirmation I Emergently Shy away, For I sense there’s more that would be seen that I hadn’t.

I shy away

for when I look into the eyes of any, within Me something trembles, something in Me weakens.

probably fear also awakens. My hands loose balance, My mind looses speech, my tongue only mumbles, my breath intensifies, my heart defaults.

so I shy away

only Anger can make Me stare to any eyes, for then everything feels like its locked away, anger is like a system put to put My soul on Lock down mode. Only when mad can These eyes stare into every eye for it is then that my soul is searching the other soul and not opening my own. To be calm, it seems it’s a state of every door to my soul is open.

I say no to anger, only to see myself in a vulnerable state. So I Shy away from eyes that speak to Me.

I shy away

before I cry for my tears are so close if I could move them I would put them at any pit of my mind.

If some that I’ve came across, think of Me Shallow then I had escaped from their eyes more oftenly than how many times I say “Hello”.

frankly they are those who will never see through Me though I had sat with them for years, had conversations with them for many more, they still yet to know Me, for they know Me not.

for I had shied away, they concluded.

sometimes I wonder, what is it like to speak and not look away, What is like to Smile, to blush without looking aside or down.

for I shy away

I look away

I make sure I’m far from any eyes

I pay no attention.