More Than Just A Face

If you were to stare

For just a little while

At me

What would you see?

A face riddled with scars

And acne?

Teeth of a vaguely whitish colour.

And lips red raw with teeth marks

And rips.

But work your way up

To my eyes.

Dark brown

With the faintest hint of blue.

Compassionate.

Loving.

Angry.

Scared.

They say the eyes are the window to the soul.

What do you see through mine?