If people really knew me deep down inside, would they see what I have locked in my deep brown eyes? If my eyes are the mirror into me soul, what are the truths that would unfold? Would people see the real me or something of their own reality? When I look into the mirror of my reflection , I only except judgment at my own discretion.. In my eyes I see a loyal soldier, always there, to lend a shoulder. Be there when times get rough, help you out when you had just enough. In my eyes both a soft and vulgar comedian, down to earth, real, and, quit intriguing. I make many laugh, and sometimes cry. I posses these quality's deep in my eyes. I am a hero for both young and old, these are the truths my eyes have told. Passion and flames, love and lust, these are the things that my eyes have discussed. Joy and sorrow, laughter and tears, fears and emotions, and things I've experienced over the years. Never selfish, nor discrete, the kind of person I would love to meet. A simple kind of person is what I am, someone I both love and understand. Quality's that could never be bought nor be sold, I don't get my lush from a rich mans gold. And if you ask my eyes to advise, they will simply reply, " For she is satisfied". Each person has a special nature peculiar to himself, which he must follow, and through which will find freedom itself. For, your not any better then me you see, we are all meant to be judged equally.