They say the eyes are the windows to the soul

Mine are a little blurry and dotted with white spots

They avoid the gaze of another

And flicker shut when someone gets too close

They stay away from the sun because they are fragile

And they don’t want to be met, because they know if they do, it will be with a crushing and absolute disappointment

They’re afraid to stare for too long

Afraid to let the aqueducts flow

And terrified at the prospect of not being right

The right shade

Pupils the right size,

Blinking just the right amount of times