Bright Blue

Bright blue, like her eyes when she's crying.
So much pain and anger fills her soul.
It makes it too bad that they're only so bright when she cries.
The colour's beautiful, but the tears are ugly.
She tries hard not to cry, tries not to let them be that blue.

Some say eyes are the window to the soul.
I dunno if that's true.
But maybe her window's just locked all the time.
Curtains drawn.
Maybe that's why they're normally gray.
Because she's guarded and tired.
And trying to not let anyone see her cry.

So why do I see the blue?
It's stunning really.
But her tears keep getting in the way.
I don't even mind the puffy redness,
I just wish she'd stop crying.
It's starting to get on my nerves.
Or maybe I'm just worried about her.

How can someone cry so much?
And how can nobody see the pain she's in?
Clearly she's crying.
Tears are soaking everything.
Why has no one else noticed?
She tries so very hard to hide it,
But that doesn't make it any less obvious.
Do they simply not care?
Too wrapped up in their own lives to see the scared little girl.

Someday this pain will end.
I'll be the one to end it.
No one else can, since they can't see it.
It's my mission.
She'll feel better.

So please stop crying.
No colour is worth that.
You'll get through it.
If only you could find happiness.
Maybe then we can have both
Bright blue, like your eyes might someday be
Unguarded and without all those ugly tears.