Mouth

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I took a seat in the waiting room

Ready to hear my name,

I sat quietly but without patience,

Until my ears solemnly rang.

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My sweet, soft name filled the grim air,

As my mouth will have some little affair.

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I sat down in the chair,

My mouth wide open,

Teeth, gums, saliva, and cavity holes,

Ready to be taken ahold.

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The pliers came close to my lips,

And twisted and turned at my mouth's appliance.

I groaned, winced, and yelled in a broad range,

As the giver gave me choices in pain.

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Finally, I sat up,

My mouth hurt like hell,

My gums were on fire,

And my teeth throbbing

Like they had a pulse.

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I looked into the mirror,

And smiled at what I saw.

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Those twists and turns from the pliers,

That played little games with my jaw,

Dejected metal brackets trapped within my mouth,

Imprisoning my teeth to form a straight-edged bite.

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I closed my mouth

accepting the pain,

soon my teeth will be straight,

and the painful experience will be remembered.

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History will mark down the pain

as braces aren't a fun game.

The process is long and tedious

but worthwhile in the end.