Bittersweet Life...

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Alone in a place
Which she once found comfort in,
Abandoned by beings
Who she thought she could count on.

She keeps pondering why...
Why she is treated this way.
Why she is banished,
Like an outcast,
Like an old rag doll.

She is hurt,
But nobody's bothered...
She does not want to show the pain,
But she can't bear the ache anymore.

She showed hurt.
She flaunted angst.
Still, there was no somebody
To come to her side,
To give back the comfort.

She let her frustrations roll down her cheeks;
Again and again;
Feeling no better...

The laugh and joy and fun
That she spoke of
Tends to be staged.

Her world is like a small stage.
Not wide and huge enough for her expressions.

She is lost
As to why
She is faced with this life.

She is wondering;
Why she is not as before.

She hates change;
But she craves for one.
Every single blinking moment.
She is a hypocrite...
To her own soul;
To her own body.
She's all alone.

Smashed into pieces at 11/16/2005 10:08:00 PM