It is only those who look into a person’s eyes
Who know the truth that there is more to them than meets the eye
To know there are more layers buried in those eyes
And makes one wonder what the soul hides
Is there something that weighs them down?
Are they who they seem to be?
Are they living a life of lies or are of reality?
She may never fully open up even to her best friend
And live so because she is never caught off guard
She makes her choice to shout, cry, laugh or just walk away
How would it matter in the long run anyway?
No one cares as long as their work gets done
Who cares if she wants something done?
She thinks she is self dependent
She can take care of herself … well mostly
But she is human after all
She too wants someone to stop her fall
She may say that “a shoulder to cry on” is a fallacy
She also knows it does not hurt to have one, its human tendency
Yet, all said and done,she still knows,
her story is not the open book it seems to be
And knows that the so – called best friend, whatever he states
Would never know the real her even at the time of good byes.
