Glasses are not worn by me
Bifocaling the truth, I like to keep hazy
Making the visible and avoidable
More clear and noticeable
To my eyes
Vision heightened
Looking at that being
Who blankly looks back at me
Tired of the surprise
Two eyes lay to the side
Approaching the reflection
Wish I could hide
Barely bare each stare
Trying to seem not caught up
By the Yz, that tear
My spirit and soul in half
One more look, I wouldn’t dare
Peak at me, see what I see
But don’t laugh
Glasses are not worn by me
Even though by optometry
I‘m in need
Says the lenses that squint
Making everything tint, or
The glare in my stare
Looking as if 3 are there
Or was it, my
Eyes’ focus? That summed up my diagnosis
Forget what the doctor prescribed
Glasses are not worn by me
So in my pocket they hide