A Sonnet for Goldfish eyes

Goldfish eyes, so filled with despair,
Mine eyes have swelled like thee,
Seeming to tear even when weather so fair,
Everything of solace, I want not to see,
If magnified, I will resemble a glacier,
So cold and distant, and never warm,
A reflection of joy would make me fancier,
But the pain I feel could do me harm,
They can't brighten up even in glee,
For now the sadness has chosen to live,
As happiness comes, I will not flee,
Perhaps with love, joy I might give,
With a glance, I might appear sad,
Look carefully, I am actually glad!