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?