I am doing my best,
Ignore what my teachers tell you
I am trying so very hard
Even though all I can manage
Is a C-
I am trying.
I really am.
I promise I am.
I'm not like you.
It takes me a week to finish a single assignment,
And I don't know why.

Midnight by the window
I lie awake
Thinking about the things
I haven’t said
Midnight by the window
She lies awake
The moon
Looking out over the sky
Midnight by the window
The moon is lonely
And so am I
We sit alone
Outcasted by the endless sea of stars
That said we were useless
But we still do everything for them
The stars
The people
The monsters
Praised for their riches
“The stars are so bright!”
“They are very successful!!”
When in reality
It’s almost always fate that brought them to their money
‘Money.’
The variable that determines success
Midnight by the window
I cry with the moon
Her and I
All alone.

He sat by his kitchen table, alone, eating the chocolate cake he had bought the day before.
Just like last year, nobody remembered.

I knocked on the door lightly. I obviously got no answer… I don’t know what I was expecting. I opened the door and squeezed in, shutting it just as quickly and quietly as I had opened it.
The room felt duller than usual… I couldn’t tell if it was because of the weather, the boring colors, or the aura of a patient waiting to die.
He was looking out the window. The weather was cold, and the skyline had been invisible, thanks to fog. It was rainy. People ran through the storm to their cars below us. The windows had been covered in rain, and all you could here was the steady beat of the heart monitor and the rain pouring outside. It smelled like hand sanitizer and lies. A shiver crawled down my spine just being in here for 5 seconds… I wonder what it has done to him for 5 months.
I hadn’t seen him for years. I wasn’t exactly ready for this confrontation, but it had to happen. I knew that. If I ever wanted to move on in my life, I had to see him again.
His brown hair was messy and fell over his eyes. The light from outside had a soft gray glow reflecting onto his pale face, making him look ghostlier than ever. His skinny, underweight arms were resting on his stomach, and his green eyes had a dark tint on the skin under them.
Seeing him like this just made it more obvious why he was here in the first place. He didn’t sleep, he didn’t eat, he didn’t drink… he made himself sick. His bony fingers tapped on his hand anxiously. He turned to face me. His face looked dreary, and he looked sad in general. I gulped and widened my eyes, not ready for his icy stare when he looked like this.
He sighed and I relaxed my face, calmed down as soon as he wasn’t staring at me.
“Why are you here?” he asked me.

With eyes the color of magma, he watches.
Those nightmare eyes.
Implanting darkness in the mind with a look.
A single glare.
Always glaring.
Why is he so angry?
All the time…
Just filled with…

Rage.

I lied down on the floor
To go to sleep
Not wanting to sleep in the bed
Because I remembered.

I put down my blanket
And flopped into the pillow
And I jolted up
More flashbacks

I remember how I made a pallet
On the floor
Too scared
To be in the same bed with you

So
I picked up my blanket
Threw it on the bed
Sat down on the floor
In the emptiness of my room
And didn’t sleep

Too scared of the thought of you.

My eyes are a mood ring
No, it's not a metaphor
My eyes change color
Based on 2 factors
my mood,
and the weather.
When they are gray,
You will know that
I am feeling so very blue
So very sad
and the world around me
Seems so very rainy
When my eyes go back
to their usual
Bluish-green color
You will know
That I am feeling
Some way,
A way you will never know
Because I will never tell you
What my eyes mean.