Eyes

i see the world from the outside in

every flaw from within seeps out and sticks to my skin

my body is a canvas, and my mind is the pen

true art is never interpreted, the way that we intend

for an understanding, we are hoping to gain

to find someone who gets it, who knows the pain

and this you may come across, not exactly as you'd imagined

because two sets of eyes don't see the world quite the same