Locked inside this prison cell, she
smirks at the sight of the torture devices she raises her eyes to
see. Fear? Not of death, no sir! Out of anything she welcomes him
with open arms! (Joke: If you touch death you will die.] Eyelids
literally pinned to the pinch of skin above her eyebrows, to keep
her eyes on the TV in front of her. It's stuck on replay, and
sometimes she screams out,
"WHY DON'T YOU PLAY SOMETHING OTHER
THAN MY MEMORIES!!!"
Oh she's stuck in her mind, and
it's just a time bomb ticking away the hours, and minutes, into
the seconds of her final break down. Most days the timer is
slower compared to real time, but that doesn't mean it's stopped.
You see everyone has a ticker, she can just hear hers. And it's
annoying I'm sure of it. Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick,
tick, tick, TOCK!! Four hours later it's the same noise at a
different rhythm waiting for the next day. What exactly is she
A better future, what else is there
to wait for? Nothing will come if you sit around and wait. Have
you ever been so depressed that you can barely open your eyes
like the bottom half of your heart is hanging by a string of hope
you'll be somewhere else, but when you open your eyes it's like a
hook was attached to the top of the heart and as your eyes saw
where you were, it tore that piece of hope holding your heart
together… just to remember you're in the same place where you
always wanted to leave. Yet she gets up everyday because she
knows no other way than to just get out of the past! She runs
from it during the day, but she knows she can't hide in the dark.
Since you know, she's afraid of it.
She feels like a sad clown, the
ultimate contradiction!! On stage she can be free, her words come
out in mini stories! Yet in front of one or two people she chokes
up and stutters, why? Don't ask, she has no idea. The clown in
the polka dot dress, stripped leggings, right shoe black, the
other white. Her suspenders left side black, the other white… her
earrings are even mismatched. Though not her makeup, that my
friends, is for some reason, classy, with wavy, light brown[NOT
BLONDE] curled hair… she'll never be able to make up her mind
about a set outfit. For her outfit is the preview before you see
her mind. Look at it close, it tells you more than you thought.
Never been anything besides her, the biggest mystery to her, is
the way she thinks. She questions life along with even her own
mind… along with everyone else's mind. What has she got to do?
Locked inside this prison cell.