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Jan 2016
I watch through ageless eyes
As the penguins fly.

I watch through aged eyes
At purple elephants with polka dots and green hippos with glee.

I watch through tired eyes
While my parents become younger than me.

I watch with merry eyes
At my friends, always happy.

I glance through blind eyes
At the skeletons dancing at three.

I watch through younger eyes
As my body grows young.

I watch from my window down below,
Seeing what others cannot.

I search through tear filled eyes
For the happiness I had once known.

I watch through broken eyes
      As she walks in with more stories to tell.

I watch through half-open eyes
As she explains the cuts once again.

I watch the back of my eyelids
As the memories haunt me, taunt me, once more.

I watch him through burning eyes
As I recall that he hates me.

I watch through dead eyes
As I know, the pain can reach me no more.

I have aged and I have not
I have cried and I have smiled
But in the end, I was watching through my eyes,
Just like everybody else.
Megan VanKo
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Megan VanKo  18/F/WI
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