There she is once again,
Pale and motionless, Staring at me coldly, Stop looking at me! Get away from me! I am afraid now, She looks familiar, Her countenance of sorrow, Penetrated in me, Body begins to shake, To skulk around the room, Her vivid movemets cried for help, I heard her wailings But I just had to touch Did my hand collide with paper? Not skin? As I touched her, I felt it! I felt it! A mixture of smooth and rough, Like touching a piece of cardboard, I cannot leave She’s trapped in me, Her patterns finally make sense, I have to let her out, NOW, FAST, Before it is too late, I am free, All is gone, Shhh, Silence has possessed me, Everything is gone Everything! But ME! Was it just a dream? A dream of me being a Wallpaper? Or was I truly being held down? Once again, I am scared, Alone I stand with nothing, Emptiness, And, White space all around Me, But I am, I am, Free, To be who I used to be, The girl people admired, Funny, Charing and Intelligent, Looking back, What was it that suffocated me? That pressured me to become, A monster, To become a person I did not recognize, Those long and tiresome days, I was committed in being, In my own world of, Depression and stress, I have learned now, Wherever I might be, That my life was a treasure, I never got to enjoy the pleasures of.
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