Behind These Hazel Eyes
No, I am not Kelly Clarkson
I really do have hazel eyes,
Its where my conscience hides
It tells me I am beautiful
But I deny
It sings me lullabys when I cry
about how pretty hurts,
But I'll be alright
It tells me I am flawless
That I dont need to change
My face and possessions
are only in my way
All I need is love and my family
and maybe I can be whatever I want to be
Behind these hazel eyes
Lie the only beautiful thing about me
My thoughts
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