Her Eyes

You look into her eyes deep and true,
and they reflect sorrow clear and blue,
sorrow from a thousand years,
yelling into a thousand ears.
You look into her eyes soft and deep,
and see caged anger ,too much to keep.
You look into her eyes bright and keen,
and see an thousand faces mad and mean.
You look into her eyes worn and old,
that have seen harts of dirt and of gold.
You look at her, beautiful and young,
Then look at her eyes wounded and rung.
You look at her ,bright and joyful,
Then at her soul, dark and sorrowful.
You look at her,
thinking all is well.
You look at her,
Never knowing about her hell.
Convinced with that plaster smile,
that her soul wasn't stretched a mile.
You look into her eyes sad yet strong,
not understanding why she was abandoned for so long.
I am her.