Amy

Pleading Eyes

I awake to the feeling of being watched,

it appears I have caught the gaze of another.

I look up, but to my dismay I am staring at myself.

I am greeted with a genuine smile, but there\'s further to be examined.

I stare into my own eyes and see a different story,

I see soreness, hurt, someone pleading for help,

To bad nobody will listen,

For my mouth is sealed shut with this smile.