The Story of Our Eyes

April 26, 2010
By , Evansville, WY
In the hall our eyes met.
I don’t know what you saw,
But I know what I saw,
A blank emotionless stare,1
You look dead almost,
But I know you’re alive.
The whites of your eyes are lined with red,
Telling the story of your cocaine habit;
Line after line, night after night.
I’m afraid for you, I’m afraid of you,
Afraid of the monster you’ve become.
The cocaine brings out a raging violent demon within you.
I’ve felt your claws a number of times.
They hurt, but not as bad as seeing you.
Look at what you’re doing to yourself.
Your family sees it too.
The story is told in their eyes.
They miss you, the real you,
Not the ticking time bomb you have become.
Our eyes met in the hall.
I don’t know what you saw.
But I know what I saw,
I saw the old you, looking to escape,
Looking for someone to save you from your demons.
I saw my face, reflected in yours,
Streaming in tears, begging for you to help yourself.
You must have seen it too.
A single, silent tear runs down your check.

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Sumana2 said...
Aug. 23, 2010 at 9:31 pm
With pieces like this, Fame surely in your future.
Eowyn said...
May 27, 2010 at 2:57 pm
Beautiful, i love it!
Sumana2 said...
May 21, 2010 at 6:34 pm
Story of someone's life. A job well done.
.iloveyou. replied...
Aug. 23, 2010 at 3:57 pm
This was actually a story of my life in a mirror. I would love it if you would read more of my work and tell me what you think. I want to be famous someday and you could help. :D
Egyptiangirl13 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 21, 2010 at 3:59 pm
this is amazing!!! Great job-so well written and a great description of a real life stories
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