Puppet

Written a few years ago.

They say one’s eyes are the doorway to the soul,
But yours betray nothing. 
Always so cold and doll-like,
You regard the world with a blank stare.
And even if you have emotions
They’re hidden behind a thousand screens.

My thoughts may be clear for you to see
Like an open book; 
Whereas I will always wonder what it is, 
That passes through your head
When you look around you.

This will always remain hidden from me,
You’ll keep being a mystery
Like the smile of the Mona Lisa. 
But I know that inside you are human.
So why not just be human?

The End

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