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