Green, emerald, eyes.
In the dead of night,
They glisten in the light,
Their clear tears sliding gently down her cheeks.
They don't see,
The low quality,
She's sees herself as such.
Beat down and broken,
She wants to be free.
Those thoughts that plague her so frequently.
You can see it in the back of her eyes,
The things she's been through,
Those terrible lies.
"I'm fine."
She says holding back tears.
"It's nothing."
She brushes it off and if it hadn't been anything,
It could've been everything to her.
