Room

Blackness, an overwhelming sensation of emptiness. Lonely, cold, but needless to say the usual. Searing pain, yet clean cuts through my soul give you a glimpse of who and what I really am. This is the seperation of reality and dream. I dream of having someone to hold on to, to love and to kiss, but reality claims that my hands cold and untouched, same as my heart.

You see me sitting in class at my desk, looking down, hands in my lap. Is that what you see? Look again. I'm sitting in a darkened room, you can't look away. Look at me, look at my pain. As I look up you look into my eyes, then you see something else in class. What do you see now?

You see my eyes frozen ice blue and gray. No emotion.

Stone.

I've never had a true emotion and as it is said, I never will. I look back down and fade into black. Just turn around and walk back to the lighted area of friends and your so-called reality. Leave back to your world, but now you have a burned image of mine in the back of your mind. Leave me to be cold and dark in my secret and quiet room, now and forever more.