Tuesday, March 28, 2006
I was thinking.
How unhappy i had become?
How self-concious i had become?
There was once a girl
Always smiling bright and laughing hard
Her laughter would ring in everyone's ear
Making sure that her happiness is knowned.
Not more than half a year later
She saw her reflection in the mirror
The girl wondered and pondered
What had become of her that the reflection she saw was not "her"
Flashbacks rapidly flicking in her sight
She was taken on a journey through the past few months
Hot tears started to roll down her cheek gently
Not long, the toilet was flooded with sobs
I saw that girl huddling herself and crying herself out in a corner
My heart twisted and wrenched in pain; the sympathy i felt for her
The girl after crying picked upself up
Braving on a smile and anxiously trying to assure that everything was alright
Deep inside, where her brains think and her senses feel, she knew it was not.
Just several days ago, the girl spoke to me
She said all of that which had happened was part of the cycle of Life
Not daring to oppose her words, an tranquil silence filled the air
Garnering all her confidence, the girl sauntered away
My tears fell as i stared at her fading backview
Searching my heart. It was the unevitable truth which was hard to deny and not give any regards to.
She is me.
I was her.
8:16 PM
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