||[Mar. 10th, 2004|07:34 pm]
The rain has just started to pour outside her window. |
She's drowning in her thoughts, fears, and tears of sorrow.
She stands before her mirror, questioning who she is.
Asking herself, "does it get any better than this?"
She wipes the smeared black makeup from her cheek,
As she brings her head back up, and takes another peek.
She stares at her face, dripping wet with tears.
And it is still herself, and the evil inside her that she fears.
She jumps at the sound of thunder cracking just outside.
But it isn't the rainstorm from which she'd like to hide.
She must save herself from the person she has become.
And she must learn to accept who she is, now that it's all done.
She can't live with herself, knowing how she caused her loved ones pain.
So she takes all of her thoughts and fears outside to dance with her in the rain.
She falls on the grass, laughs and shouts, "this can't be real!"
Insanity overwhelms her, as she shuts down from the pain she feels.
Lying on the grass, tears and rain falling into never-ending streams.
She searches within herself, and releases all of her dreams.
After all that she has done, she has lost all of her hope.
And now, with this pain, and this Hell, she must learn to cope.
She climbs to her feet, only to fall back to the ground.
Shouting in silent screams, not making a sound.
She is broken down now completely now, unable to stand.
All she needs is for someone to hold her hand.
She cannot speak at all, she can only cry and moan.
Lying still, in a pool of her own tears, she is alone.
She crawls slowly towards the door, and climbs back into bed.
She no longer feels pain or guilt, her heart is dead.
She takes one last look into the mirror, and it is plain to see,
That the evil stranger staring back at her is me.