They used to call me olive eyes,
I wish that I could recall-
The beauty and wonder that kept them captive,
And my ability to enthrall.

Gazing deep into a darkness,
That glistened with a special glamour-
Preoccupied them with envisions,
And distracted from all the clamor.

They used to call me olive eyes,
Back when I was their pride and joy,
While they could still dress me up
To be shown off as their precious toy.

All it took was that first glimpse,
When they caught a glitter in my eye,
And lost sight of reality,
Fixed upon their star dazzling the sky.

They used to call me olive eyes,
As a delicacy too young to speak-
Still today it remains that my opinions
They will perpetually critique.

Consumed with love and affection,
Is what they want me to believe-
I wish I could just pretend so,
But lies will never relieve.

They used to call me olive eyes,
‘Doctor, they’re the crazy ones, NOT me!’
I haven’t yet lived, I’ve acted
Many roles I don’t want to be.

Not even a magic mirror
Can reflect a speck of glee-
Dreary rings are lifeless
No warmth, no shine, no beauty.

They used to call me olive eyes,
Apparently another childish dream-
Teary eyes and glossy looks
Fall short of hope or gleam.

I wonder what you call me now,
If you dared say it to my face-
The problem child… a failure
Who’s done nothing but cause disgrace?

Those olive eyes they spoke of
Really never lost their shine,
But something had intruded,
Something so malign.

See this magic wand here,
This is the key into my heart-
And thanks to a special friend, I’ve realized
I can make this a fresh start.

I wish I could un-cloud your vision,
Open your eyes to help you see-
The suffering within these hollows,
Where wonders used to be.

You failed to see dark circles,
Did you know that I missed school?
Bones popped out like flowers,
Yet you thought everything was cool.

Lately there is talk of grey eyes,
“Full of passion,” I hear you say-
I won’t lay back and ignore the cues,
This tragic movie will replay.

In my dreams all I hoped for
Was a spirit that was able to see-
The life that was in the shadows,
The real olive eyes in me.

And then one day I found my wings,
And was able to soar with glee-
For the first time I truly felt happy
And knew I could break free.

With these wings to guide me,
and my magic wand to cure-
A new life where fantasies flourish,
there's no difficulties I can’t endure.