Eyes.

The supposed window's to a soul.

But look at mine only after caution,

As they are as dark and estranged as coal.

Devoid of any emotion.

Clear bright eyes I'd always had

That could always see through veils.

As a virgo I've surpassed

All the introspections that sail.

It's been a wonder to have survived

To have lived long enough

To watch my own glory arrive

It was not just hardwork, it was rough.

Eyes are the first thing I notice

It paints me a picture

Of how a person really is.

And its surprisingly easy to decipher.

But why do my eyes never show

The emotions felt by them

Why can't my carer's ever know

The mystery shrouded within me like a gem.

Alamelu.