unfortunately for me, i'm not yours.
i am helpless to this heart that's curled
by your reckless hands that resemble fleurs.
your obliviousness is my demise.
your kind eyes reflect my desperate try.
and even after all my many lies,
and even after all those nights i cry,
for your sweet, unwavering attention.
but you will not see me for who i am.
i am still faced with that same expression
that look that tells me, "why do your hands clam?"
because when i'm with you i don't know who
i'm supposed to be when i'm without you
--Angelina L., 9th-12th Grade