Beyond the EYES
People don’t look at your intentions
they only admire the packaging
the glitter, the gloss, the practiced smile.
Truth stands naked, voice too raw to be heard
in a world that worships surface shine.
No matter how pure the truth,
if it isn’t kissed by beauty’s charm,
hatred paints the face in dust.
And no matter how dark the lie,
if it wears jewels and speaks softly,
it steals the spotlight with ease.
Crowds cheer for illusion,
they bow to imitation’s crown.
Morality isn’t born in hearts anymore
it’s dressed up for display windows.
Here lies a broken mirror of virtue,
reflecting what pleases the eye,
not what awakens conscience.
Decisions are made by the rhythm of sight,
by colors, by gloss, by pleasing deceit
not the pulse of truth beneath the flesh.
Still, some faint souls listen in silence,
searching for meaning beneath masks,
hoping someday, eyes will remember
how to see from the inside out
W