Sparkling Cyanide-Coated LipsI purposely lace my words with cyanide
and let you swallow them whole.
I walk away and watch your beautiful torture.
The tears covering your eyes hide your betrayed face.
You Don't Know What It's Like Until It's YouYou always watch it on the news.
It's one of those things you hear at school.
It always happens to that other girl, not you.
If it happened to you, would you have any idea what to do?
He was a friend, someone you knew.
You never thought he was this big a fool.
You've never known this shade of blue.
It happened to you; did you have any idea what to do?
You hope his decision is one he'll rue.
The summer air around you has darkened and began to cool.
You don't want to talk about what he did to you.
You saw it happening; what did you do?
This is a feeling completely new.
It's like being caught in the middle of a duel.
You're scared for yourself; you don't know what to do.
You did nothing; it happened to you.
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I groan and furiously slam my hand down my alarm clock. It has to have the most annoying alarm; it's a freaking chicken noise, for god's sake! Sometimes I don't fully wake up and I end up half-sleeping with it still going off and I get so pissed off in my dreams With my alarm clock off, I close my eyes again.
"Danelea, wake up!" says my mom, pushing my shoulder. I grumble once again and glance at my stupid clock. Seven a.m. Well, shit. School starts at freaking eight and I take a shitload of time to get ready. Whatever. This is how it is every day. I fling my legs off my bed and trudge to my bathroom. After putting my recently-obtained retainer in its black case, I pick up my boar hair brush and begin brushing my tangled-up blonde-brown waves. People are constantly asking if my hair is naturally wavy.