Those Hazel Eyes

I see them,
every time I turn around.
I can see them,
but can’t hear a sound.
I have no friends,
because of this fear.
Every time,
I see and don’t hear.
My family ignores,
what I feel.
I feel as though,
I could never heal.
What do they mean?
those piercing eyes.
Every time they appear,
I want to cry.
They look so happy,
but why?
Is it me?
I frown and sigh.
They follow me around,
like a dog.
I can see them,
even through the fog.
Then one day,
they left my sight.
They didn’t even try,
to put up a fight.
I swam happily in the pond,
but then I drowned.
My body was,
never..ever found.