Nothing is shown
Hidden in disguise
Nothing has blown
Into surprise
Your secrets,
Your lies,
Or your truths,
Hidden behind your eyes.

Are you worth it?
I wonder to myself.
I get hit,
By constant negative words.
From strangers and friends.
We might be at our end...

Is she yours too?
My eyes shine bright blue,
For tears I cry
And I try to hide.
Am I truly yours?
Or am I just here if you get bored?
I can only bend,
Until I break...
We might be at our end...