A little writer's workshop assignment from a while ago where we had to write a vignette similar to one by Sandra Cisneros 

As they say, the eyes are the windows to the soul, and mine are no exception. My family adorns eyes of bright chocolate brown that call for attention that they may never receive. Their eyes are those that glimmer even when no light is cast upon them. Their eyes are those that are alive and dashing past green and gold scenery. Their eyes are those that are bright, even when angry, even when sad, even when alone.

But mine are not the case. They are ever changing as the ocean, adorning dull hues of blue, grey, and green. They crash like crystal colored waves, splitting into sections that reflect in a million different shades of light, yet still ringing dull to those who cast their gaze upon them. They sit sunken in the sea that is my face, struggling to be seen with bright colors yet only managing to sink back to their isolated place under the roaring waves. 

They are captives of the sea, desperately attempting to send out a message through colorful reflection. And so am I. 

They cannot gaze upon anything that lies outside of where they wait submerged, yet they have known of the wonders and perils that stir. And so have I.

 They wait for the day that their blues and grays and greens can be free to themselves, can live as they please to be happy, as they struggle to shift and change, above the ocean waves, to be seen differently to those who look upon them. And so do I.

 They will feel sadness and isolation in their blue home, they will be afraid of the views of others who see them as sunken outcasts, they will shine dull and hide the bright hues that remain hidden under their ocean of fear. And so shall I. 

They worry that they will never be free of the recurring waves that drag them back under the water. And do I.

 They are resilient, strongly held in their hue, firmly insisting they will someday be free of their icy hold, to exist in color and reflect without protest. And so will I. 

For as they say, the eyes are windows to the soul and mine are no exception.