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I glance around our crowded hallways
and see,
Faces desperate for acceptance,
Hearts in search of comfort, at any risk.
Arms seeking arms. Pain seeking strength.
Do we wish for neglect or does it innocently fall into unwilling laps?
There should be a reason why we worship friends as gods.
We date those we shouldn't; those we do not love.
We want what is desired not by us, but by them--other's opinions create our own.
When we joyful, we are sad.
When we are frightened, we are angry.
Are smiles really grimaces?
Are kisses really bites?
Life, engulfed by pain,
I wonder,
Is there any beauty worth seeking out?

By: Leslye Walton