I would always be fascinated into looking into your beautiful brown eyes.
Bright when you were happy,
Deep dark when you were sad.
They remind me of my childhood,
how I would watch my mood ring change.
It’s funny,
because when I used to look into those brown eyes,
it’s like my mood ring would change to such a warm color.
But now,
when I look into your evil eyes,
my mood ring turns to the bluest blue.
*Just like my heart.

Fathom (noun) ; understand (a difficult problem or an enigmatic person) after much thought*

I turned to page eight, and the word struck to my eyes like a magnet.
Fathom.
It was hard to fathom I would be where I am now.
When I was born, I am certain my mother could never fathom that I would struggle this much throughout life.
But I am.
When I was eight and fell down, I never could fathom that the scrape on my knee would heal back to normal.
But it did.
When I was in middle school, I never could fathom I would fit in anywhere or make any friends.
But I did.
All throughout life, I never could fathom that I would ever accept myself.
But I have.
Why are we doubting ourselves so much throughout life,
when all it does time after time is bring us down?
The cure to all of our problems is
fathoming.

"Emma Melvin?"
They call me in.
I see the tears stream out of my mother's beautiful blue eyes,
like the sea was rushing out.
The bag I hold will be all I have of my own for the coming seven days.
They take my keys.
They take my phone.
They take my blanket.
They pull me away from my family.
Mother's tears have become streams or sadness.
I am filled with antagonizing fear the moment her hand is detached from mine.
I am alone.
I am here because I am not okay.
Things are not okay,
no matter what they are telling me.
Kobacker Mental Hospital*
Where all my nightmares came alive.

People cover up wounds with bandages,
whether it's the littlest paper cut,
or the largest **** all the way to the bone.
They are always covered with bandages,
hidden for no one else to see.

That's what's happening to society
We're all hurting,
whether it's the littlest paper cut in the heart,
to the largest **** all the way to the bone.
But we are forced to cover it up with a smile,
so no one will see we are dying.
You don't realize how people are hurting inside,
all you see is the smile.
And sooner or later,
you will look in her casket and say
"I always remembered her beautiful smile,
I never knew she was hurting inside".