i know my eyes are pretty…

Piece of poetry that was written in a headspace of being tired of simply seeming like a toy for folks around me. Something to look at, not to listen to.

I know my eyes are pretty, but can you hear me out?
I’m looking for stability and I’m starting to have my doubts. 

I know my eyes are pretty, but can I get that hand?
You said you’d help me up because it’s getting hard to stand. 

I know my eyes are pretty, but don’t you see my brain?

I’m an intellect, truly, its ironic you’re so vein.

I know my eyes are pretty, but what exactly do you read?

Are they saying something to you or are you searching for what you need. 

I know my eyes are pretty, but is that all I have to offer?

I’ve learnt to keep my mouth shut because usually I’m a bother. 

I know my eyes are pretty, but can you close your eyes and listen?

I’m more than just this fucking face; I wish you weren’t so smitten. 

I know my eyes are pretty, but I wish I could rip them out. 

Then maybe you’d hear me instead of making me doubt.

I know my eyes are pretty but I’m looking for some help.