Skipper1283's "Eyes" begins with a quiet admission: sometimes life feels like too much, and a smile can't carry all of that weight. The speaker suggests that a smile only tells part of the story, so the rest has to go somewhere else.
That somewhere is the eyes. The poem compares them to glass, which is clear and easy to see through, but also breakable. The short, broken-up lines (one word at a time, like "fragile," and "clear") mimic that delicacy, as if the poem itself is afraid of cracking. The speaker seems to feel both exposed and unnoticed. Eyes show everything, yet "few people pick up on" what they reveal.
The mood is tender and a little lonely. Nothing dramatic happens. Instead, the poem captures the feeling of hiding sadness behind a smile and hoping that someone, anyone, might look closely enough to notice what's really there.