Oasis

We all wake up in the morning and get ready for whatever lays ahead of us
Work
School
Preparing breakfast
The list goes on and on
Everybody does something different, but the point is, we all do something
The day sometimes flies by and next we know it
The day comes to an end and were laying in bed, slowly falling asleep
Yet there is some people who's days drone on
I know as a high school student I can't wait for the day to end
Just so I can get home and out of the old creaky building
Some like what they do
Some don't
And those that don't have a lot harder time getting through their day
and being happy.
There is so much misery in this world that it is hard to contradict it
Staying happy constantly is almost like defying gravity in a sense
We need help
and lucky for us, life does supply it
We all need oasis's in our life
There would be no way of getting by with those little oasis's that we hope for
strive for.
The oasis of family, of your wife/husband, of your kids
The oasis of the simple hello, friendly gesture, or high five
The oasis of Religion
Whatever your oasis is
life will always supply them
So when you are having a bad day
or just feeling down
Make a list of oasis's that you have been blessed with
and then you can create an oasis
of your own.

Observations

I walked into the classroom in silence
I arrived ten minutes late, and knew I would suffer the consequences
My car had broken down, leaving me to getting a ride from my parents
Nobody noticed as I snuck into the back seat of the classroom
My friend sat slouched over with her head cocked to one side staring at the board
It was apparent that she was not focusing
I could not see her eyes
But the fact that she was twirling a pencil and shifting her shoulders to the left told me she wasn't on the board
but rather staring out the window.
I shifted my gaze to my peer to the left of her
He was staring contently at the teacher
His gaze was unpeneterable
He found this subject fascinating
You could tell by the change of wrinkles on his forehead
that every word uttered by the teacher was processed and affected him hard
I listened to what the teacher was saying
While keeping my gaze fixed on him
The teacher was discussing the fact of relationships at teen ages
Every time the teacher uttered the word love, or relationship
I could see him cringe and sink lower into his seat
This then brought my gaze to his girlfriend across the room
She was sitting slouched over with her arms on the desk in front of her
She let her chin rest on her forearms
Her gaze focused on the wall in front of her
She was deep in thought as you could see her eyes twitter back and forth
The subject was hitting her hard also
And the thoughts weren't happy
They were troubling
I made a mental note to ask my friend about her in the next class
and then moved on
My friend shelby tapped me on the shoulder and asked where I was
I answered his question he patted me on the back and went back to doodling
his writing was light and quick
the circles and scribbles showed no consistency
and created no picture
He was simply content
He was having a great day and was very happy
I smiled knowing he always is content
not very often do I see him with a frown on his face
The bell rung loudly startling a few in the room
I gathered my belongings and made my way out the classroom door

Scars

As I walked into school I tried my hardest to hide the one thing about me that I wanted to keep from everybody.
My Scar.
It was an ugly thing,
It protruded from the skin, almost as a mutant
It started by my elbow and ran up my arm to my shoulder
The whole scar was sharp to the touch
I wore band aids over band aids trying to cover it up
and eventually it worked
I would wrap it with layers upon layers of moleskin
The bump would still show
But luckily nobody looked close enough
to notice the scar protruding from my skin
I went by every day
and nobody asked about it
I was succeeding
I was hiding
After a time passed
I started to question my actions
Would people understand if I didn't hide the ugly scar?
Or would people see me as a freak?
Then one morning I decided to unwrap the moleskin
and show the world the ugly protruding scar
I went by school and people looked at me differently
They stopped talking to me
I was outcasted
However a few people did accept me
These few people were the only reason I kept the scar unwrapped
I kept the scar open for a good month
I went home one day and went about my day as normal
Then as I walked past my mother my scar brushed against her skin
It cut her deep and I watched the blood trickle down her arm
Staining her skin as it ran down in thick drops
I stared in horror
I ran out the door and immediately drove to my best friends house
I talked and talked to her
but as I walked out the door the scar brushed against her back
It cut through her shirt
and deep into her skin
the blood again trickled down her back
collecting in the threads of her shirt
Staining her skin and clothing
I slowly took steps back as I watched her stare at me in horror
She called my name, and asked me why I even took off the moleskin in the first place
I did not respond
I didn't know how to
the reason was selfish
the reason was mean
Put it back on she said
Put it back on.
Hide it.
I ran away in tears.
I immediately went home and took out the moleskin
I wrapped it twice as much as usual
Never again was I to show this scar
It has caused to much pain
Too much grief
And too much sorrow
I watched the scar disappear under the moleskin
Never again
Never again
Will I show this part of me to the world
Maybe it is better to hide this from the world
Maybe this wasn't really part of who I really am
Wether it is or not
I know one thing
It will never be shown to the world again.
Never again do I want to bring that amount of pain to people
Never again do I want to stain people in that way
Tears filled my eyes as I wrapped the moleskin over my scar one last time.
Never.
Again.