My eyes, the windows to my soul
But you can't see past these panes at my pain
Won't see the state of my inside
My insecurities, flithy unfiltered thoughts
My envy at what I wish I could be
Self-confidence and bravado running on booze
The facade of cool, charisma and charm
These character traits not innate
Pull down my shades over my panes
Don't look inside, don't see my self-loathing
Indifferent, my strained attempts to fit in
Clumsily fumbling around inside
Creating my self from a foundation, flawed
I see you trying to see me
Through the darkness of my shades, I'm drawn
I see you trying to see the me no one knows
The real me safely guarded from prying eyes
Safe beneath my Dolce Gabana, Armani
Ralph Laurens, Oakley's, Gucci, Prada, etc
I keep me hidden behind Shades
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