See what you hear

Can you paint a picture with just your words?
Can you visualize a portrait from only what you've heard?
I see crystal rain falling in a steady stream
A gentle hum with hiccups in between
An emotional girl huddled In a room hugging a stuffed bear
Wishing for the love and affection of her family that's not there
She could suck the ignorant bliss out of any happy fool
She could take away your smile using her authentic sadness as her tool
She didn't want to be this way and she worked really hard to change
Nearly a decade passed when suddenly she began to feel the same
So terrified of the scrutiny she would surely feel
If anyone found out her tears were truly real
But why? She had all there was to have at home
Beautiful loving kids and a family, she was almost never alone
Except on the inside...
Oh now there was a scary place
Black and rotted with a stench of coldness that hid behind that face
Her heart and brains were filled with love for her children of course
But the rest of her body space was filled with hate, loathing and remorse
Those were the feelings which created the rain on the pane
She fought her feelings to the point she thought she was insane
Was she selfish? Childish? Why did she act this way?
Even a spoiled brat knows what to and what not to say
Can you see her? Sitting all alone in the corner?
If her heart stopped beating right now, would anyone mourn her?
Dead she is, and has been for a while
She never made it to adulthood, her soul was murdered as a child

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Terrifying tragic and real as real can be. Your writing never quite reaches the melo-dramatic and could have, has it been written by someone less heartful and adept than you, Kristy. But, you wrote what you felt andit shows, is what matters. Your final lines says so much. Blessings for your thoughts, however sad. Life for far too many can be or could be like that in this or that way.