Lights Out

I’m tired of people looking into my eyes, the windows to my soul, I'm tired and I want to draw the blinds. At work I lie, I lie with the honesty of a saint, I tell them I'll lie, I tell them I'm going to lie and all the while they stare into my dark pupils, right into the black holes in my head they glare at me. I hate the attention, I want to hide and hold back. I’m giving it away in my deception and they'll be a price to pay. And now when I walk in the street or I sit on that tube train, I don't want these strangers peeping at my depths, I don't want the unknown to have access to this part of me, this unguarded part of me. I want to cover it from them, to conceal myself beneath glasses and hide away. So I have spent more money and bought shade, and I shall wear them not merely in times of sunshine, but for moments of majority, the quiet shy moments, and I shall keep the inside for myself.