Katelyn McKay

First Mark

I sit cold, in the middle of a storm,
My tears falling like the rain,
My screams sounding much like the thunder,
My feelings seeming a lot like the lighting.
I look around for a way to feel better;
To my left is only a can of soda,
And to my right is a pen and some paper,
About to give up, I look down, and I see my soon to be new best friend.
I stare down at it; watching how it glistens when light hits it,
I pick it up finally and hold it up to my face,
It shows a distorted reflection of me,
It makes me feel like everything will be okay.
I next look...