My Lake of Anguish
I hear the two, playfully flirting there. She giggling, him being his usual macho head-strong self. She raises a hand to over what would be the MedaBot equivalant to a mouth. "Oh MetaBee."She giggles.
It makes me want to throw up if I was built with a stomache.
That should be me holding his hand. Walking by his side. Head rested on his shoulder in MY body. MY body! Trapped inside Erika's MedaWatch, no one could hear me cry. Silently, I begin to drown in my own anguish and pain. He'll never notice me. I can scarcely get him to glance at me when I'm in my body. Now he gazing all over it. But I'm not in it. She is. I dive deepning into my growing lake of robotic misery. I hear a clank and Oceana's "ouch!". Almost instantly, I hear MetaBee by her side. Asking her if she is okay. Then he takes her hand and helps her up. I almost felt that she tripped on purpose. But I know she merely is thinking about her MedaFighter. I have scarcely felt bitterness tward someone before, and I think this is what it is supposed to feel like. 'MetaBee. Will you ever realize me?'I think to myself.
Deeper still I wade into my sorrow. Deeper and deeper still.
I can never tell him how much I love him. I probally never will either. He'd just go back to loving Oceana. His little mermaid of love. I'll never get the chance to hold his hand, walk by his side, head rested on his shoulder. I'm still wading deep. I'm burning with pain and anguish. Sorrow and agony. I'll never understand. Why he'll love one MedaBot, but when she's in another body, love her even more. 'MetaBee.'. I think of all the single time he's EVER held my hand, I remember the thrill and the rush that surged though my cervo. It was at MedaBot Corp. I and someone else had been hit with a brutal blast, and I was hanging off the roof by one hand. Just as I lost my grip, his hand grabbed mine. So many emotions surged though me that I remember seeing stars dance before my optics. I was still seeing them hours later. 'When will I get to hold that hand again?'. Never. I then let myself go.
I drown in my deep, cold unforgiving lake of the four things that hurt the most. Pain, Sorrow, Agony and....Anguish. Someday he'll realize the wrong he made, and hopefully find me. And he'll rescue me from my watery prison of Pain and Sorrow and Agony and Anguish. He'll hold me close. I'll rest MY head on HIS shoulder. He'll take my hand. He'll walk by my side. And I won't have to worry about that deep cold lake ever again.
~Owarri~
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I hear the two, playfully flirting there. She giggling, him being his usual macho head-strong self. She raises a hand to over what would be the MedaBot equivalant to a mouth. "Oh MetaBee."She giggles.
It makes me want to throw up if I was built with a stomache.
That should be me holding his hand. Walking by his side. Head rested on his shoulder in MY body. MY body! Trapped inside Erika's MedaWatch, no one could hear me cry. Silently, I begin to drown in my own anguish and pain. He'll never notice me. I can scarcely get him to glance at me when I'm in my body. Now he gazing all over it. But I'm not in it. She is. I dive deepning into my growing lake of robotic misery. I hear a clank and Oceana's "ouch!". Almost instantly, I hear MetaBee by her side. Asking her if she is okay. Then he takes her hand and helps her up. I almost felt that she tripped on purpose. But I know she merely is thinking about her MedaFighter. I have scarcely felt bitterness tward someone before, and I think this is what it is supposed to feel like. 'MetaBee. Will you ever realize me?'I think to myself.
Deeper still I wade into my sorrow. Deeper and deeper still.
I can never tell him how much I love him. I probally never will either. He'd just go back to loving Oceana. His little mermaid of love. I'll never get the chance to hold his hand, walk by his side, head rested on his shoulder. I'm still wading deep. I'm burning with pain and anguish. Sorrow and agony. I'll never understand. Why he'll love one MedaBot, but when she's in another body, love her even more. 'MetaBee.'. I think of all the single time he's EVER held my hand, I remember the thrill and the rush that surged though my cervo. It was at MedaBot Corp. I and someone else had been hit with a brutal blast, and I was hanging off the roof by one hand. Just as I lost my grip, his hand grabbed mine. So many emotions surged though me that I remember seeing stars dance before my optics. I was still seeing them hours later. 'When will I get to hold that hand again?'. Never. I then let myself go.
I drown in my deep, cold unforgiving lake of the four things that hurt the most. Pain, Sorrow, Agony and....Anguish. Someday he'll realize the wrong he made, and hopefully find me. And he'll rescue me from my watery prison of Pain and Sorrow and Agony and Anguish. He'll hold me close. I'll rest MY head on HIS shoulder. He'll take my hand. He'll walk by my side. And I won't have to worry about that deep cold lake ever again.
~Owarri~
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