untitled, March 2008 poem

Behind these hazel eyes lurk a hundred tears
held back but just waiting for the chance to fall.
Beneath the smiling, laughing facade,
is a girl who is slowly beginning to lose
that great faith she once had
in God, in humanity, and in herself.
She desperately wants to do the right thing,
but no longer has any idea what that is.
She knows how it feels to love and not be loved.
Though she is afraid of having her heart broken,
she would give it to you in an instant,
if she thought you truly wanted it.
You could have her heart, but can she win yours?
She knows she's not beautiful.
Her sad eyes certainly don't shine like the sun.
She doesn't have the great body or flawless skin.
This girl knows she's far from perfect.
She is innocent, foolish and naive.
She thinks with her heart more than her mind,
but doesn't know which to listen to now.
The mind says "Trust no one. Then you'll never get hurt."
The heart knows you can't live that way.
The heart wants what the mind thinks can't be had.