If you looked into my eyes it wouldn't tell a story.. And if it did it wouldn't be completely accurate.. It would show a great life full of upper middle class material things.. Foreign cars, multiple homes and more than average bank accounts.. At first glance you'd think it's perfect or close to it.. If you looked deeper you'd see a tarnished soul, a depleted heart and a brain that's full of clouded thoughts from the past to the future.. You'd need some sort of oxygen tank to dance a jig in this head of mine.. The thoughts would strangle the air out your lungs if you aren't careful.. My blood would poison your stream as your weak heart attempts to pass fluids through your body.. In a nut shell your not prepared to enter but may be allowed to view, if your looking through the right set of eyes.. I'd love to invite you in but strongly decline due to unwanted questions and fear of judgement.. Honestly i dread the fact that no one sees me for who I am, what I want and what fuels me to be me. It's like my entire life is a facade, written by someone else and acted out by my alter ego.. I beg for peace, I demand someone to assist with unlocking my inner truth.. To show the world the real me and extinguish the life everyone thinks is perfect for me..