Insanity Poem by Ashley Augusto

Slowly, ever so gently, she starts peeling the little orange in her plate. She starts by making a tiny hole and pulling in from the pulp. Over and over she does the same thing starting from where she ended. She looks at it, for what started to be boring and insignificant was starting to feel good, right. She goes on and on and halfway through she feels desperate. Desperate to free the pulp from its prison. The whistle blows, signaling the end of lunch but she does not hear it. She ignores it. Normally she would stand up, throw away her trash and go to class but no, she does not do that now. Instead, she keeps peeling the orange in her hands but not gently, as it once started, no, she is desperately peeling her orange. Ruthlessly, despite of her long, now orange-filled nails, she digs the pulp of the orange out. Until, the end comes. There is no more skin to peel away. And there she is. Just sitting, watching the orange now free from its cave. Her hands shaking, eager to go on, to keep digging uncontrollably. And without stopping, she starts thinking of what she has done. How unusual it is for her to loose control. Wondering, what has become of the little wise girl she once was. That girl who could have had the world on her hands and be able to control it. Now, she was lost. Her sanity decaying, doing odd things she's never done before, feeling strange things she's never felt before. Shivering at all times, desperate to do things she's never wished to do before because she knows deep in her heart that it is not right to do them. Her mind never on Earth, always thinking about the wrongs, and wishing, oh ever so purely, that she was never alone, but opening her eyes and seeing that she was. She finally gets up, throws away her remainings, and heads back to class, where she awaits for the next day to repeat the same scene again.