I'm scared of my own eyes,
Of what they see,
A dismal expression,
Or a reflection of me.
So I cover my eyes,
I use my shaking hands,
Like hide and seek,
In the days of no plans.
I would prefer to see nothing,
Than to see my mistakes,
It's as if I'm in a nightmare,
Even though I'm wide awake.
I turn away, wounded,
I cannot bear to look,
At the things we've been missing,
Like an unwritten book.
And though we are scared,
Though we duck and we dive,
Through all things that terrify us,
We know we're alive.
