Beauty Mark
I'm no Rasputin, you ain't no Rapunzel. Is there such a thing as willingly falling? I don't believe in my own ability to hold my head above water anymore. My emotions are more tumultuous than the raging waves of the quintessential ocean. I don't understand my inability to remain stable. I love you, I hate you, I want you, I want you as far from me as possible. A happy boy made me smile today, his girlfriend at his side and my heart was peaked. Was it his emotional unavailability that made him attractive? Probably. My heart yearns only for that which I cannot conquer and cannot call my own. I'm surrounded by a glass box, living within transparent walls, watching what I'm missing, enthralled but separated. Not part of the living, merely a spectator. Do not condemn me to watch, let me play. Don't leave me to be picked last again. If only elementary school emotions ended alongside graduation.