The spotlight shines upon you.

I was once told that my eyes are the brightest green when I am crying. I find that both beautiful and tragic. Anyone who knows me well knows I pride my green eyes above any other physical trait of mine. The fact that I can only achieve the beautiful green I know my eyes are capable of when I'm crying and distraught, really makes me feel low. It's as though it's telling me to be my most beautiful, I have to be at my lowest and worst point. Fuck you, nature.