The hazel in my eyes are more green than they were supposed to be
I’m supposed to be seeing through a normal frame,
Through my rutile quartz-colored eyes.
Not a rich emerald green.
But, as it seems, that I am always denied, especially by myself.
But it is only because I’ve been rejected first and it has been hard-wired in my brain now.
Feeling irrelevant to the point that I sympathize with the white walls of the school,
Oh, you could’ve gotten your riches and your gold
The greedy pain that your heart beholds
But you didn’t go deep enough into the deal, didn’t even make it to the day where we were gonna sign it on the dotted line
A lovely stranger happily signatured the contract, you see
I’m a pleasurable and likable person, you see
Telling you so you believe it
And maybe if you believe it so I could faithfully agree as well
Mirrors tell me that the shadows behind me are my friends
Yet when I look back,
I see only one physical friend here,
The light in my room too keep my portrait clear and not like paint is going to drip down my face like a lighter being placed directly on candle wax