It's in the eyes

He asked me how I was doing and I said smiled and said fine and he chuckled softly and said sista I'm a stranger but you don't have to lie. I see you really see you and I can see the pain in your eyes. I moved away softly shaken to my core. He did not follow of that I'm almost sure. As I shopped I became distraught can the whole world see my pain? Do I wear it like a cheap suit with plastic shoes?

Listen, you don't know me and you may never know me, but know that your pain is visible to those who wish to see it. I see it sista I see it. Your heart is crying, soul is suffering. You want to let it go but so afraid of losing face and self control. The world is on your shoulders and I see it I see it. When you cry out for relief it is real and I believe it.

Your eyes told me at their first glance, turmoil, self doubt, pain and aimless anger. Strong in what you want to be, but weak in the motivation to be you and only you. I saw it sista I saw it.

Anyone who looks in your eyes will see it feel it speak it be it know it own it and loathe it, for what it has done to you can not be undone...look into your eyes sista you will feel it speak it be it know it own it and loathe it and maybe that will set you free.