You have to open your eyes, he says.
Open your eyes.
Open them.

What if I already have them open and you're too blind to see it?
What if I'm hiding the fact that my eyes are open and I don't want you to find out?
What if I'm too stubborn to understand that my eyes are open, and I block them from the world?

I knew one day you'll believe, he says.
You will believe.
Believe.

I'm scared.
Why you may ask?
Why should I be scared of something I can't see?
Why should I be scared that he's watching me?

Watching my each and every move.
Listening in to each and every thought.
Studying me, like if I was a insect under a.

I could be over thinking it all.
Maybe one day, I'll wake up in a different body with a different mind.
He will assign my soul to someone who love him.
Who will pray for forgiveness.
Who will die in his name.

Now...
I will not force myself, my mind, to love him.
I will love him, as he learned to love me.
I will make my own sense in the way my eyes are opened.

I won't be afraid of what will happen next.
I won't be afraid of judgement or hate.
I will open my eyes not like your eyes, but how my eyes will naturally open.

Open your eyes to my eyes and maybe we will have a great conversation.
Open your eyes, my eyes.
Open my eyes, your eyes.