I am green from my eyes to my roots, Ireland flows through my blood. I carry strong feelings for those whom have stood close to me in times of need. The ones who would bend over backwards just to see my smile. I am envious to those around me. Those who have strong outer shells and layers inside that no one can break. My peers, my friends, my family; they all have something I lack, but something I should not have because it is for them.
Harmony is not something you may find in my everyday living. It's not usually about "please" and "thank you", but more of "shut up" and "I hate you". I wish harmonious acts could bleed through the white dress the covers over my jealous body, and take over with peace. Jealousy is not something to be proud of, but is just another flower branched from my tree of life.
My youth is something that reflects off anyone, and brings a sharp glow into their hearts. It is inspiring to the ones around me, and almost like a cold- too hard not to catch. I am subtle in my words, and courageous in my actions. I convey myself through both, and I face the consequences for them as well. My life is full of twists and turns. It's full of road blocks, and one ways streets. However, the streets are never empty, you can always find a gentle soul awaiting my freshness to each day.
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My favorite part about the whole entire thing is most certainly the fact that you don't portray yourself as perfect. You bring about jealousy and imperfections and how people have things that you wish you had. Many people would tend to only focus on the good things. Especially if they know people will be reading it. I like that you also focus on physical things such as your eye color and not only your personality and then go all the way to your heritage. Towards the end there was less and less connection to the color itself and you were kind of left to make the connection yourself. Which isn't necessarily bad, just a little more hinting would have made that easier on the reader.
I like the last line of your first paragraph. I think we all have a little jealousy in us, but it's good that you can say what they have is for them, because what you have is for you. I think your writing style is pretty clever too. =^.^=
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