The eyes

The eyes the eyes there their. Why are they

there. Why do I let them haunt me. Why do I

feel like I can't do anything. The tears the

tears there their. Why do the eyes torment

me so I say "I stink I stink". But every

one says I don't they lie. Why do I think

they lie, is it cause I have been hurt by so

many people that lie why.