These hazel eyes are the windows into my soul.
My indifference as well as my smile are but a mask, hiding my true self.
It is at first glance you make your judgments, but look into my hazel eyes and see me, the real me. My smile says that I am happy, but my eyes tell a different story.
They tell a story of sadness, agony, and despair.
However, they also tell a story of hope. Hope in the fact that what the future has to offer, will be enough to extinguish the flames of agony that allude m