October 18, 2007
By Ella Powers, South Solon, OH

I stand and stare,
As he twiddles a peice of your hair.
He keeps glancing at me as she giggles,
His eyes a cruel riddle.
Is he trying to hurt me,
Or does he not see?
I can feel the pain on my face becoming obvious,
So I shrug and breath in deep, making it see oblivious.
Before I turn away to act as if it doesn't bother me,
I see the anger flash like lightning in his eyes that he didn't want me to see.

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