Naked Eyes

Glazed they can be
Or mirthfully joyous
Mischief sparkling
Or anger boring
Silently speaking to the person listening.

They make me feel naked
Need help covering them
Reveals a lot
Of the insides
Whether wanted or not.

The twin windows
To the soul
Always open
Sometimes deceitful
Most often truthful.

Into them I look
For little help
To know
What lies beneath
The outside façade.