Gaudy Eyes

There are many things as I can be described as

And many things I can agree to

There are many things I cry for

Some of these things may seem useless to you

I could be described as the quiet girl

But you describe me as the loud

I could be described as lonely writer

When you ask this you ask them how

I am the girl looking for your hand

Your the one not reaching in reply

I am the one dying for you acceptance

Your the one whos watching me cry

I am the one curled in a corner watching life go by

Your the one living with it

I am the one looking at you with my head cocked
to the side

Curiosity shimmering in these gaudy eyes

The naivety shining in my soul

But you the one

Who I despise

Because your the one

Who opened these eyes.

The one who smiled at me

While I cried.