A Gray Christmas

7 2 0

by ednacasas796

by ednacasas796

January 2, 2014 at 5:56pm

I

Alone in my room with my notebook and a black-inked pen
Writing another piece about my refrigerated life again
Lost for a long moment on a night before the very special day
When Christmas for me was not red nor green but gray

II

It all started when my mother called me that night
Again, as what always happened, we had a fight
“I don’t want to come home!” the last words that she said
I felt extreme guilt after that and cried aloud in my bed

III
An hour later, I heard some people’s laughs then I decided to go outside
I saw my neighbour’s happy faces so I wore a fake smile to hide
I tried to stop my tears not to cry that time
But my heart’s just too weak, won’t follow what’s on my mind

IV

As I walked back to my room, I can’t hardly wiped the tears flowing down in my face
After that I asked myself, “What I have done wrong after all of these days?”
Then a thought came in that I wasn’t good enough and failed to be a perfect daughter
That’s why I live now in a world of war and hatred between my mother and father

V

Maybe I asked God for too much and maybe wishes don’t come true
That’s why my expectations for my family that day faded like a shade of blue
So as the clock stricken twelve, I just sung a Christmas carol alone
After that, I locked and stayed in my room, having a sad dream all day long