There's Things You Don't See

So much rage and sadness directed at that one person who meant most in your life. Then she took it away in less than a minute. The person who knew who I was. The girl that would be there to talk and take my side no matter what, was gone. That safety I felt, gone. There's no where to turn. No one knows who I am under everything else. The stupid comments, the retarded humor, that plastered smile are but satires of what I hide behind my masquarade. She was my Daisey, my Shea, my best friend. Time heals all wounds well eternity better get cracking. I was led around in circles for six months. "I can't date until I'm sixteen because of my parents." Though it was more than a year away I was willing to wait if it meant that one day I could be with her. Now it's all to pieces. The smallest ray of hope crushed. If nothing she's thorough. And the worst part is no matter what she does I can't stop thinking about her. I loose focus on tests, get lost in the back of her head in class, and am visited in my dreams by her. When we danced and the world would disappear and it would just be us, forever. Thinking about her is like walking in a car crash, trying not to step on a million shards of glass, all the time dreading looking into the car to see the result.