“Who am I?” she asked herself the thousand
and first time.
She had never been so fragile in her life,
well, at least that is what she convinced herself.
She did not have the courage and will to
fight herself anymore.
There were so many boundaries that laid
before her,
She did not dare cross them,
The scars that she gets from leaping from
one end to another.
The scars that were never healed, leaving
the stingy mark of her.
She wanted to let of go of all her
memories, but it wasn’t enough.
The scar was not on her skin! It was on her
soul, so deep and fatal that she could not live anymore.
She could live, but only by the supervision
of the rules that bound her. She had to let go of her free half and caged
herself just to please the ones around her.
She knew that life was nothing but brutal,
but was it wrong to expect even a little from it? All she ever asked for was
acceptance.
The world would not accept her, unless she
embraced herself for the who she is. She did not believe in herself and neither
did the world.
Her life had been sacrificed, haunted and
liberated from the powerful angel of happiness.
All
that she was left with was an open book, filled with just rotten memory..
