She wakes up with her head screaming with pain,
And the unbearable thought of facing the world yet again.
Hiding beneath a toothy grin,
Spreading smiles and silly jokes,
Like a Santa come to town,
Distributing sweets, smiles and candy
In exchange for complaints, suggestions,
And self testimonials by people claiming to be
Her most well meaning friends,
She goes about, breathing life
To lives drained by the merciless mistress that life is,
A gentle touch, a kind word, an understanding smile,
And the flower is ready to bloom again.
And the world around her is slightly better
And her heart’s a bit lighter for all she did.
She’s surrounded by faces when she’d prefer her thoughts for company
She’s forced to smile when she’d rather scream.
She’s running against the odds when she’d rather lie down and sleep.
She’s helping out a ‘friend’, pushing the thought
Of how he’d treated her a while ago from her mind.
She’s being a grown up, when she’d rather be a child.
Sitting on her perch, she’s got her eyes on the far horizon,
Dreaming about the day when she’d be a free bird again.
She wants to be alone, and yet she dreads the time when she is.
She’s scared of facing up to the little one.
The little girl inside,
Looking up at her,
Her big, innocent eyes moist,
Seeking answers to all her unanswered questions,
To what she did to deserve all of this.
Left without an answer, she tries to run away from it all.
Bowing her head down,
She collapses on the nearest chair,
Hugging herself for comfort,
Its all she can do not to let the tears flow again.
She stems their flow briefly,
Before the control breaks, and with a sob,
She cries yet again, among muted shouts of
“What did I do to deserve this,
This terrible agony?”
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