eyes of blue

8:07 pm

i cannot fathom why i suffer

while these brown eyes stare back at me

i press my fingers to my reflection

the mirror is so cold.

"why can't i have eyes the color of the sky?"

i whisper to myself,

watching a tear roll off my chin

i turn out the bathroom light

11:49 pm

sitting here in plain anger

wondering why blue eyes get all the love

they aren't that great,

i hate blue eyes

why don't they like my eyes? 

ha, i know the answer to that question.

but why not me?

why can't I have eyes of blue?

1:32 am

i sit here,

a day anew,

and wonder why i hate eyes of blue

when my best friend's eyes represent the ocean,

the sky.

how could i be so angry,

when his eyes are my favorite?

when they illustrate the reflection of a lake?

3:19 am

i am awake again,

head foggy,

rain pouring outside my window.

my eyes shed tears,

but i am unaware why.

i think the songs about brown eyes are better,

very well sung, and the lyrics, oh, those lyrics.

maybe i like my brown eyes

6:00 am

my alarm clock sounds,

and my eyes feel so puffy, so tired

my head feels so heavy

i can't remember why.

i walk into the bathroom, soon, i will go to school.

i stare into the mirror, and i see

my eyes

such a pretty brown.