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Do they know how they are looking at me?
Do they realize that their eyes dig into my skin like unforgiving knives
Intent on destroying my very essence?
And if they do know, do they even care?
Of course not.

I wish
That I could pick up my warm winter coat
And drop it on top of me
Letting it smother me
Letting it devour my pain
My worry and rejection.
Letting its warmth suck the cold from my heart

I am falling
Through a hopeless, dark abyss
My friends are calling from somewhere far, far above
Their voices full of hurt and anger
Traitor. Devil. Spy. We will have revenge.
But I don't know what I did wrong.

I listen
But only because we, as a people, are meant to
I understand
Because I know that I help the world when I do
I remember
My first step to greet the world, as destiny held my hand
Encouraging me to listen

You sit 
On my nightstand, feeling my eyes
Feeling me yearn for a chance to pick you up
To open you
But I have not done my homework.

I stare
 And  wonder if I can will you into my hands

I used to be a little girl 
She frolicked in the trees
Splashed in the brooks and sang every morning.
She asked innumerable questions
About math, about music
And she always wanted rules to be followed.