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.