Glass Eyes

my eyes
are not protected
from beauty or corruption
neither can I
grasp onto long enough
to become

I see the world
through my glass eyes
I've watched justice crumble
I've seen what makes the world go round
it burns my eyes
yet I cannot look away

I've seen the ones I love outside my glass eyes
bleeding, dying,
stretching their hand for mine
I would let them in if I only knew how

behind my glass eyes
what are they protecting me from?
my soul
is not pure enough to be preserved

Purely humble
and accepting of my nature
but I am not innocently pure
I am capable of malicious acts just as everyone else

Free within myself
to think and act of my own will
no need for sanctuary
when you have your own private paradise
no need for security
when no one else can find the Inn

my eyes
are my protection
from beauty and corruption
consuming
and controlling me