Everclear Eyes

The eyes, some say, are windows into the soul. How deep do they delve into the very depths of a human's being? Truthfully, I find I that the eyes are nothing more than that, an anatomical part of the body that allows the owner to see from. To see the world, the cruel or beautiful world that they live in. The eyes, those portals are nothing more than that.
The true window into a human soul is not one that is of material proportions. In order to fully know a human being, you need to interact with them: love them, hate them, hurt them, make them happy, get hurt by them, understand them. That's the only way that you'll get to know someone, truly.
The story of a person's life, their heart, isn't something that is simply laid out like that. Lives are complex, and nothing like that is so simple to be fully laid out before human beings. Lives take a lifetime to be comprised, and the simple eyes can not hold ever single thing: transitions from sadness to happiness, fear, anger, hatred, trials, heartbreak, love, triumphs, everything. Lives are stories; eyes can't tell stories; words do!
So, listen to them. When words come your way, let them immerse your mind until you understand and perceive them. That way, you'll know. You'll know about those around you; you'll have their stories in mind when you see them; you'll know their hearts. You'll understand and recognize the hearts around you, crying softly. For every human heart has grievances. As happy as the outer shell appears, the true core within is always troubled. Sometimes, not as much and happiness pierces through the core to genuine outlooks. Other times, the grief eats away at the inner core until the outer core rots under the strain and we see it in the gloomy demeanor of the human.

In my opinion, humans are as such: cores of genuine emotion enshrined in a mask of thick fakeness. That outer mask, in all its walled dominance, often gives the outer world the reaction it expects : happiness or indifference. Admit it, humans, we all have done this. We've all tried to shrug something off and pretend it's all right. That's human nature. The rate at which we do so is what allows the determination of the thick wall to be able to become gauged. The inner core is genuine, sincere emotion; it's how we truly feel. But the feelings that try to flow out of the inner core are often blocked and absorbed by that outer wall, which tries to block the true emotion and just show the world the dominant "in" emotion.
That's why, it's true to say that we never really know how someone feels just by assumption. This is because we don't know their story just by looking at them. We can't look into those windows and think we know everything, because we don't. Even when we hear one story, we don't know it all. We only get a taste of it, because lives, whole human lives, are many stories. It takes a lifetime to comprise them all.