Through Closed Eyes

Worry not

for me,

I will be fine.

Look not upon my frailties

as something I

control,

or my weaknesses as

choice.

No one is in a position

to judge,

we all hide something.

I chose to admit

I cannot swim against

currents of despondency.

I have revealed a part of me

which might have remained

buried.

A struggle of mind,

at times there is

no hope for

tomorrow.

My false exterior

has faded,

a heart is laid bare

for all to see.

I hope you understand,

or at the very least

don't judge.

There is no room

for black and white

in a technicolor world.

Please do not worry.

And please don't look

at me

through closed eyes.