My eyes sink.
Only buoyed by the struggle,
The struggle to survive.
Survival isn't easy
In a world where the bad are cheered,
And the good are treated as the enemy.
Is it more important to be cheered,
Or risk survival
By standing up for what is right?
I'll take my chances with the crowd,
Because if I don't,
The struggle is gone,
And when I look in the mirror,
The eyes have disappeared.
The shades on the windows to my soul
Are pulled down revealing nothing of what I am,
They are simply covered by sunglasses,
That show what I want the world to see.