I REMEMBER…
How I used to cry when characters died in books
(oh, the emotions were great)
When tears would swell from my eyes as classical music flooded my ears
(hearing the strings resonate as the bow soothingly glides across the strings)
They way I’d smile wide when I was happy
(at Christmas, birthdays, happy times)
How I’d wake up, ready to play
(beaming at my mother’s warm and wanted love)

NOWADAYS…
Belligerent and defiant with every word
(frowning, aggressive, an ugly girl)
Fortified from spewing tears, from unnecessary weakness
(though there is a death of a friend, lingering for official answer)
Contented with the pain of raw abhorrence, of drowning in darkness
(sends a smile to the face in the masquerade of a grimace)
Emotions have taken a vacation, only to have bought a one-way ticket
(e-mailing, facebooking, calling and SMSing)

I PREDICT…
Alone and disdained, locked in a cage
(poked at, laughed at, weak and deranged)
A patchwork of bedlam, abandoned and relinquished
(quilted with dozens of squares, each a different shade and design)
Failed- a usless body
(there had been so much potential, so much ambition)
Deserving of death
(as I always knew, the misery has to end)