She sits in a loud room,
everyone in her 2015 class all yelling over each other.
A small, cold, salty tear drop slides down her face,
smearing her makeup.
Most don't notice, not that she wants them to,
Most probably don't care, that's ok too.
Her black bangs cover her face,
cover the fear, horror, insanity.
People don't know why, she isn't even sure herself.
Just this gut feeling,
With slight evidence that something
is completely wrong.
The proof hurts, the reality hurts.
Is she not enough for her,
is it not good enough.
Love is a strong word, but, it's right.
She loves her, and she's powerless.
She would do anything, to help them both
from hiding the tears.
2015 class ring talk,
Will she make it to 2015.
No one knows.
No one cares.
That's ok too.
