Windows to My Soul

I have windows to my soul and when someone looks in...
My thoughts tear through each other,
Small beads of sweat line my forehead,
My hands grow clammy and wet,
............And I freeze...........
Caught in the headlights of the moment.
I think they almost saw what I dare not see.
What DO they see?
Oh god, don't let it be me... Not the real me....
The windows would show them the pain, the stormclouds, the darkness....
The windows tell the truth.
The truth is that the tears still fall behind the windows-because of a dark towering monster of emotion..
And I guess the tears will always fall...

No one,
I mean no one,
Really gets much more than a glimpse into the windows of my soul..