She cannot see my eyes cloud over in a silent war within myself.
Beyond the pupils glazed lie secrets best untold, words better left unsaid.
Eyes speak lengths which lips cannot form, though the words are hot and bitter on the tongue's tip.
Vision blurs as the conflict escalates, until I barely see beyond internal screams.
A stare so seemingly blank speaks multitudes of anguish kept locked inside a gaze.
She cannot see as I fight for control of my once-free will.
I close my eyes for but a moment, and all is lost as they open again.
I have won this battle, but the war is far from over.
Written a while ago, and found recently in a notebook.