Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns all.
The girl, plain as paper,
Strolls into the room.
I mustn't let my expression waver,
As she nears me much too soon.
Her mind is silent and dark,
As she sits by my side.
And I feel that deadly spark,
Nearly losing control inside.
If I should let my mind slip,
My family's work will be waste.
So now my restraint mustn't trip
And class must end with haste.
She must start to wonder,
Why I act in such a way.
It's a force strong as thunder,
Deep within me to stay.
Again I remind myself,
A monster you're not.
I must put the urge on a shelf,
Before I get caught.
Why can I not go back,
To who I used to be?
To a time before this rugged track,
Where I was a different me?
I cannot hear her feelings,
Like she's inside a bubble.
While my special sense is reeling,
She must think I have mental trouble.
Finally I hear the shrill bell,
Signaling the end of my struggle.
In rush I don't utter a farewell,
While thirst and frustration I juggle.
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