Green Eyes

You say I look like a porcelain doll,
With my wispy brown hair and deep green eyes...
So carefree, so naive.
A flowery soul, decorated with eternal fragility.
Free from the troubles of the world.
Do I appear calm and satisfied?
Even happy, perhaps?
Talk about a stretch.
Appearances love the art of deceiving.
My sorrow never shows,
A lighthearted shield shelters the truth.
I always seem so together,
Precious innocence constantly in tact.
Shatter it to pieces. All of it.
Do not be afraid,
I promise I will not break easily.
Please, hear my silent plea.
Look deeper, sink into my eyes...
Raging storms thunder within,
Slowly weakening any last resolve.
Sometimes I consider giving up,
Giving in to death.
Maybe I should let life overtake me.
Be swallowed under the ocean,
Struck down by the lightning.
You never notice these dreadful uncertainties.
You never see them. You never see me.
Because you never look.
Not deep enough.
I know you fell for everything,
My struggle remains unseen.
You believe everything I say.
You always did, and you always will.
Take a longer glance next time.
But for now, brush away these uncried tears,
Ignore my darkly troubled reality.
Do what you always do.
Pretend I am happy,
While I pretend to be in control.