Although the light is slowly killing my eyesight…
I feel that I need it to see
It’s so comforting
To a point where I forget that it’s also harmful
I can walk out of the room with that light switch…
Yet still find my way back
Because somehow that light switch works best
Or at least it does to me
I will never be sure why or how
But one thing I will always know
Is how at one point that light switch was never harmful
There was a point in time where it was nothing but good
And all it did was help me see
I will never know where I went wrong
Or what caused it to change its ways
But the hunger of that good feeling
Will always lure me back into the same room
And tempt me to use the same light
Ignorant of the fact that it is still slowly killing my eyesight
--Emmalee V., 9th-12th Grade