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.