Challenge #2:

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It

If I had known…

It was not alcohol, nor tobacco,
Nor was It any other type of drug.
But nevertheless, It was addicting,
Taking over my body, mind, and soul,
Fusing silently with my very heart,
Until I could not see where I started,
And where It began.

What It would do…

It started out as just some harmless fun.
My friends smiled and laughed at my antics,
And I smiled and laughed at myself too.
What harm was there in all of this laughter?
Seeing as I did not know what It was,
I did not know that I was doing something
That I would regret.

To my face…

It sticks to my face like a mask,
At once both beautiful and repulsive.
Even when I rip it from my face,
The scars It leaves mar my visage.
My own face is awkward and strange,
Not wonderful like It is, but at least
The face is my own.

In the mirror…

I am staring into the mirror,
Hope and fear battling in my heart.
Hope, that I am still alive underneath It.
Fear, that my friends will one day see my face.
For I know that this is not what they befriended.
They would not understand or accept
What I really am.

I would never have…

Despite all of this, I love It perversely.
As my hope drains, I make my choice.
Wanting to vomit, to scream, to run, to cry,
I let It back inside of me. At once,
It invades my soul, taking over me.
And I hate It with all of my being.
But I, I just…

Let It happen.