Green Eyes
Green eyes, pale skin
shy smile, you can never win
silent and broken
yet lovely and hoping
you don't speak much
but when you do, its like fire
you tell the truth often
yet your labeled a liar
Green eyes,
this disease makes you weak
it takes your voice
so you can never speak
It is not your fault
for the way you are
it changed your life, and it took your voice
but it wasn't on purpose, it wasn't a choice
Green eyes, always getting the blame
delicate hands, timid, thin frame
you are so used
to people forgetting your name
used to being pushed down
with your head hanging in shame
Green eyes, you won't let others get near
No one can touch you
you are too full of fear
people say you are fragile
and that you will break
you are weightless, but feel heavy
and wonder how much you can take
Green eyes, you are like a doll
perfect from afar, up close, not at all
Dress yourself up, to cover the pain
you like the cold, and you hate the rain
ignore the hunger, and hide your scars
damaged, and imperfect
but shining brighther than the stars
I wish I could see what others see
Green eyes, the girl in this poem is me
This poem is mainly about my experience with
getting judged for being so quite, getting made fun of
by others, dealing with anorexia, and getting treated like I am
superficial or starving myself to pretty, when actually I am hurting inside
and no one helps me