So, I'm so close to getting to where I want to be.
And that was what I wanted all along, see.
Very close, yet so far
Everything starting to crack in small parts
Memories flood and fade within seconds like hurricanes
Errors and fears hold me back in strings like chains
For every memory is a bite, deep, bruising, blood drawing.
Rues and heartaches are shakers of salts adding to the wounds flowing.
Over and over the urge to hide, scream, attack occur,
Monsters and demons dont harm anything or anyone but her.
Perhaps, there's a part of me desperate for anew,
Unlike the other parts, who stare back at the dropping shards of the body of blue
But, one by one the pieces fall, and shall they shatter;
Likely story to the similar plots of villains fall and heroes rise.
If so, then I'm not of hero nor villain,
Cut it out, for I am a side show away from the two sides who can't do much for my own gain
Says I? I am no greater than the people, nor equal to the upperclassmen
Cool, popular, pretty or not, I am merely a strange alien
Hot gosh, I am a mere alien to many people of "normal"
Only a strange alien to those who do not see me at all
Only to those who have not seen my losing card hand
Lost, troubled, struggling in front of those who do not understand.
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