| Who am I? Not sure I really know anymore. Or at least the person I have become is taking her sweet time with introductions. What has brought on these changes you may ask. It is you my friend. You and all the ugly atrocities you have brought along with you. Friend? Ha! Now that is truly doubtful. Think I shall call you an intruder, an unwanted, unexpected vagrant. One who wanders around inflicitng your vileness on all who have the misfortune of crossing your path. Where did this woman with fatigue, old eyes, and stress lines come from? What happened to the young girl, I used to see in the mirror? You know the one. She was vibrant, spirited, and pretty. She had eyes that danced when she laughed and smiled. Someone many many years ago once referred to her eyes as green pools of passion. Now they resemble more closely pools of a stagnant pond. Her skin was flawless, the envy of many. Not a crease in sight except maybe the dimples at the corners of her mouth formed when she was happy. The girl used to love life! Found beauty in the simplest things. She could spend hours sitting in the sun dreaming. Daybreak was her favorite time of day. Now her preference is sunset. It menas she made it through another day. She spends her nights in hell .... a world of electric safety, light bulbs and television to ease her fear of the dark. But who are you? I don't want you around! I didn't ask for you to come here. Please would take all your baggage and go now? Forget me, forget my name, forget my face ... Foret where I live and how you got here. What? You can't? Why? What do you mean it's too late for that? I see ... you were sent here by someone I love. What did you say your name was? Oh, it's suicide. Sorry, but I think you have an ugly name. Wait! Before you go, can you do me a favor? Tell him how I am. Show him what you've/he's done to me. I want him to know what you/he has left behind. I want him to know that the day he took his own life........ he stole mine too. I want him to know that the girl he used to love is no more. All that is left now. is what she sees in the mirror. |
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