The Green Eye Turned Red

May 8, 2010
By , New City, NY
You tell me im beautiful,
that I'm a model,
and your all so jealous.
You tell me everything you see
on the outside,
but if you only could see past
my rock hard shell.
You'd tell me im miserable,
in pain,
youd see the sorrow
and that theres nothing
to be jealous of.

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