To be Glassed

Today, I didn't wear my glasses to school.
Instead, I wore my contacts.
(Which, for your information, I hardly ever wear)
In the morning, one of my old friends
(We don't talk much)
Told me, "You look weird without glasses."
"Just saying."
Later, a boy I don't like much,
(You would know why if you knew him)
Also, told me I looked weird.
I've always been told I have pretty eyes,
And should consider wearing contacts.
I did.
After I got home, I was in a sour mood.
I looked back, and wanted to cry.
Then I thought that if I did cry,
Maybe my contacts would fall out,
And I wouldn't be called weird anymore.
Then I thought poetically,
And made this.
So, I'll remain glassed,
(Until I'm older, at least)
And hide my eyes.
If more people actually learn,
(I can't trust all people will)
To look through a thin layer of glass,
And see my eyes,
(They are very important, you know)
I might consider removing my glasses.
Until then,
I will conceal my eyes,
with a thin layer of glass.
And, with that thin layer,
My emotions will hide,
(for that is what eyes show,
more than anything)
For they are
To be glassed.

An Unfair Always

To tell the truth,
I've never found God all that nice and fun loving.
You remember Adam and Eve, right?
Well, when Eve ate the apple,
God said that all women would be in pain while birthing.
And that we would all turn back to dust from whence we came.
I think of that as an unfair always.
Say if it wasn't Adam and Eve,
If it was someone else.
Maybe they wouldn't have given in,
And we wouldn't have to do this.
One circumstance shouldn't result in an unfair always.

An Attic of Security

An attic or a basement,
Is usually known,
As a place where it is dangerous,
And you should never go.
A place where we keep
All the the monsters and the beasts,
And all the other things,
Of which we care not to speak.
But an attic or a basement,
For me,
Is quite serene.
A place where I may be alone,
to all my thoughts and dreams.
But I may also feel security.
Which means I feel safe,
With all the monsters and the beasts.
They help me explore,
The old piles of things,
That I've never seen before.
It makes me very happy,
To be able to do so,
with all my scary little friends.
Now, don't you go thinking,
You must do the same.
Because an attic,
Or a basement,
Is still as secure,
If it is called, by any other name.