Narrow blue eyes
Some empty, some still closed
Uncomfortable, unsure of what to do
I look down at my feet
At muddy shoes on the rug
I stare while my teeth start to chatter
I expected warmth in here, instead
Cold blue eyes.

The eyes tower above
Forcefully smiling at me
I still didn’t want to, but
sent half a real smile
when eyes burned holes in my back.
My face would definitely bruise.
I used to be a pretty girl, now just
Dull blue eyes.

Another minute of struggling,
Of revealing the rust underneath
Their gaze, it makes me sick
The eyes are twitching,
Obsessed with loosening strings
Watching my every move.
Some empty, some still closed;
Hateful blue eyes.

I feel the urge to run,
Escape from their clutches
The door is closed behind me.
They grab me again, drag me back
To paint a smile on my face,
To paint blue eyes narrow,
Framed by long black lashes;
So my blue eyes can stare

At the next pretty girl.