Glaring emerald, green eyes staring at me,

as if I've automatcally done something wrong.

Accusation and doubt shines through the tough demeanor,

so clear that I feel a shiver of shame run through my body.

An intense hatred so evidently clear,

that I feel a need to look away.

I never knew that the eyes of a sister could give away so much.

Her eyes transform into tiny slits,

those black pupils hiding nothing from view.

She holds my gaze for a moment longer,

trapping me in place.

Deep malice seeps through,

and her eyes continue to sear my soul.

I can feel every single one of my secrets being torn away,

sliding from my grasp.

I wish that would change.