Sometimes when I am sleeping she dares to knock. The knock is feeble and weak however has a lot to convey. She has controlled watery eyes. She is hesitant to drop it down. She is scared, I would scold her for crying. She is hurt but with sealed lips, her words she knows would make me vulnerable. She says , she was broken , yesterday, today and is aware that tomorrow will be the same.
She has complains and she is angry, for I never allow her to speak through my voice. She said she belongs to someone and that she misses him but I know, she is stupid. She is sad and dejected, I don't let her flaunt her cascades. She wants to rejoice herself and I always make her mourn. She wishes to sing the song of freedom. She wants to desperately and hopelessly fall for him. She wants him to look with a celebrating gaze. She wants to catch his blink after a long stare. She wants to express the unconditional love she carries for him, how much his smile means to her.
She tells me not to kill her, she says that she wants to live rather than just survive for the sake of her fantasies. She told me to stop this hypocrisy. She demands from me to give up the disguise.
She tells me not to kill her, she says that she wants to live rather than just survive for the sake of her fantasies. She told me to stop this hypocrisy. She demands from me to give up the disguise.
She wants ME to be SHE, but I know. She is the truth that is too unpleasant to be pleasant, hard to be held for her pieces prick.
She is ME.
She is ME.
