The Only One
By: Jacqueline S.
I look deeply into his cerulean eyes.
I do not see what others see,
I see HIM.
The boy behind the mask.
The mask no one else even realizes exists.
I call it the invisible mask,
because he really isn't always hyper, or happy.
He believes the mask is foolproof,
that no one knows.
I DO.
I see him flinch,
when the people in the street stare at him with those eyes,
the eyes of hatred, of wishing him harm.
I see him begin to shake when he sees Them.
The ones who were supposed to watch him when he was young.
The ones who sat back, and watched the hatred seep into him,
until it was recycled, and projected in their direction.
No one saw his hurt,
when his teammates ridiculed him daily.
No one else sat with his head on their shoulder , when he was finally broken beyond repair.
No one else.
I WAS THE ONLY ONE.