"Looks
like I'm here now! What did I have on my mind? It's too late to answer
that now. Back home, I was really popular, always wanting attention
that didn't belong to me. My admired beauty inspired many young girls.
I still remember that day when the wreath of silver and brilliant stars
was placed on my head. The crowd yelled happily, and I was so excited.
The days, weeks, and months went on; and so did the excitement and
attention. It slowed down and drew me down. I wasn't happy anymore. I
wanted to be noticed. Jim told me things aren't that bad. I should have
let him talk me out of it. He loved me and this is how I paid him back.
I thought I could get attention if they found me in time. I turned on
the most depressing music and lay in bed as the razor of torment
drained my life slowly and painfully. I watched them put me here. Did I
cry? Oh, yes! I cried as they sang my sweet song of death. Poor Jim, it
wasn't his fault. He didn't find me in time. Every once and a while
he'll stop and bring me a ruby red rose. I now realize I was wrong and
wish I were still there. It's too late now, too late! It's even too
late to say I'm sorry and I never told him I
loved him. Here, we're all the same, and I'm not getting all the attention. Not even up there."
loved him. Here, we're all the same, and I'm not getting all the attention. Not even up there."