These Eyes

If you could look through my eyes for just one day, You could never put them away. You would see things just appear I hold very dear. They see the good in people when others don't. These eyes of mine don't judge what they see, Because what you show on the outside might not really be. I see the good in them they sometimes never see. These are the ones who end up hurting me. Most people don't want these eyes of mine, They will help others and put themselves aside. I try so hard to put others first and end up getting hurt the worst. If I try to help others to see,I don't have to use these eyes on me. It's easier to see others best than to look inside and fix your own mess. Maybe it's not them maybe he is right it's all about me. Maybe I don't see this,only his eyes see, What he is saying just might be. They say I am nice and very giving, Being so why do they do all the ending. Maybe its time for me to turn these eyes on me. Seeing the real me may set me free.