White Lies

I wake and hear the pounding of rain on the roof

A type of giddiness fills my stomach,

My lips turn into a smile,

And I snuggle deeper under my comforter

For the first time in a while,

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,