Green pools of you

I have green eyes.
Bright and wide.
Confused and wise.
Oh the story behind my green eyes.
I hate them.
Two pools of green sludge.
Looking back at me, reflecting the scum.
I have green eyes.
They remind me of you.
I look just like you.
Whenever I snarl.
Or grimace.
Or frown.
I hate my green eyes.
For it's you they represent.
I wish they were brown.
Or blue.
Or black.
Instead they are green.
Pretty, you say?
My eyes are reflections.
Pools of the devil.
I lie to myself.
Say they are hazel.
Style my makeup to bring out the brown flecks.
I love my hazel eyes.
I love when I smile.
I love when I laugh.
For when I do, I look nothing like you.
I have brown eyes then.
My own perfect pools.
Liquid orbs of beautiful brown.
So I try never to rage.
Or fill myself with negativity in anyway.
I hate my green eyes.
They remind me of you.
I love my beautiful hazel orbs.
They remind me of me.