The beauty in her Rare amber eyes
As she dares to glare into mine
As people whisper and laugh at me
It's so uncomfortable it feels as if I'm sitting in a broke armchair falling into disrepair
It's unfair as people tear into my skin waiting for a answer they don't want to hear. It's not fair
That I can't have my eyes as rare as hers or my skin as clear as hers.
I wait year by year for something good to
Come near, but nothing ever comes clear.
~Jaci
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