Childhood MemoriesChildhood was a time of smiles and playground screams.
Or so the stories and movies proclaimed.
But I was a child in the eyes of society.
Small and Fragile;
What they don't know,
Cant hurt them was my philosophy.
I wasn't like the little girl next door
or the one on the slide.
I was different;
I am different.
Growth measured by struggles and troubles.
Not by time and strength.
Perfection too far from reach
Almost broke myself in half trying to succeed.
Alone and confused.
Little girl with big fears.
Little girl with big responsibilities.
Facades became my best friend.
My mirror decieved me, and the many minds of others.
I was happy, intelligent to say the least.
Perfect in the eyes of those around.
Struggles hidden deep within.
I was good at this game;
I learned early how to paint my smile perfect;
Veil of DeathShe waved a goodbye, a goodbye too devastating to bear.
Chained in the lies of her former life.
Outstretched her delicate hand to the man playing death,
to the hand veiled in plague.
Eyes saturated in agony, void of awareness.
Blindly stepping into hells pit, surrendering to Lucifer himself.
Terminating the last bit of life held within her weakening grasp.
Clasped into deception in the final drop of sand.
dripping false accusation
As the rain slams against the concrete.
Fluttering eyes caught in trances, trace across the scattered horizon.
She on the other hand, is all so different.
Tracing the features of the man sitting next to her; Death.
Violent Reaper disguised in fabrication.
Smiles of the predator misconceived by the eyes of the prey.
And now, it's time for the final goodbyes.