Good or evil, it's hard to tell
Innocence or guilt, you never know once you see these red eyes
My eyes are red, but not they kind of red they become when filled with tears
They are instead filled with pain and grief
But people fail to see the good in me when they see my red eyes
When people look into my red eyes, they fear for their souls
They say if they look into my red eyes, they will be cursed
It brings about bitterness and hatred
They call me a demon, a witch
They throw rocks at me, beat me to the ground
They scorn me just for having red eyes
Even I hate it, but I can't help it
I can't help being born with eyes red as blood
It is not my fault they are the color that they are
Even so, I am still feared, hated, cast out
But then one day, I met you
A boy with scruffy blonde hair, eyes brown like stone
You talked funny too, I might add
You saw me when I was in trouble, but you did not join my attackers
You held out your hand, lifted me up, and welcomed me into your home
I was more than surprised, you were not afraid of me
And you said it was because of my eyes
I was in danger because of my eyes and in the end, it was these eyes that brought you to me
Now I have a reason to treasure my eyes for being red
If they were not the color they are, I would never have met you
A boy so kind and caring, you made me laugh too
But more importantly, you made me smile, and you made me feel happy
I think you might agree, that because of my red eyes, you and I are meant to be
You said I was different, which was true, and you said it in a good way
Because you called me unique; one of a kind
