Poem By Leigh French
When you look into these eyes of mine you see nothing,
she acts like everything will be okay,
she acts like everything is okay.
What really lay behind these eyes is a lost mysterious girl.
But the truth is,
she wants everything to be okay.
She sits at night,
crying in pain.
She may smile,
she may laugh
but really shes just putting on a mask.
Waiting for someone to notice whats really going on,
someone who will listen,
someone who will understand,
someone who wont judge her.
If you look deep into my eyes,
you would see the cry for help...
There isn't much time.