Waiting

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*2 days later*

Finally. It's time for our mid unit assessment. I can't wait to get this done and over with.

I walked into class feeling happy for once and eagerly took my seat. Over the first half hour, everyone was doing pretty well. Ariane made a awesome speech on how she landed here and how much she loves being here now.

During her speech, the class was interrupted when Adam walked in and slumped into his seat. I glanced at him and was startled when he looked away. I guess he's still upset.

Once Ariane was done, we all clapped like crazy.

"Anyone volunteer to go next?" Said Mrs. Wesley. I glanced once more at Adam and raised my hand. I smirked and walked up to the center of the room.

"Hey guys. Many of you guys wonder why I'm the way I am. Why I make the choices I make" I said, looking at Adam. "Hopefully this will make ya understand better. This one's for you mom."

I took a deep breath and began.

"Look through these eyes,

Do you see her reflection?

Don't worry, it's scary, but I'll let you peep in

All you see is dark brown, it's no lie

But I saw purple. That's what she used to call the moon on the red side

Not bright and black, no beauty's to be seen,

Just plain old red, from the slashes I drew on me

Pressing the blade against my pale skin,

Waiting for the inner beast within to let the pain begin

the pain I was supposed to maintain under the lids of my eyes

Took a denture and used it as a fake smile that worked for a while

Walking towards death was only a half a mile

A race, that's what it was, fighting against what she sees

She went through it, while I witnessed the tragedy

Her feelings went numb on the inside

Just waiting to die when others wondered why

Would I be with her then, instead of living a lie?

I would cry myself to sleep dreaming that I would weep under the dark shadow of her eyes

But I dreamed another dream

And in my eyes without picking any disguise, I stood before myself and watched her

Not in the eyes of him, the flawless skin, so pretty and thin

Not in the eyes of the her, the fancy makeup and pearls

The eye of the beholder stole her sight

But then I realized she had more than one light

An opportunity to escape the pain she was forced to maintain

I wasn't made to be plain wrapped up in the metal chains

But in my eyes she was me, the beauty I wanted her to be

No makeup, just being able to wake up

My eyes are opened, and now I see the light

Not of darkness, not out of sight