Every Moment Defines Her!

Let’s talk about Cyndi
Glad that people could be so ignorant.
She is not your friend,
She is not your enemy,
She is herself…
in her own image.
Not fake, not pretending
She doesn’t hate.

She is an artist striving.
There is no struggle.
She is happy and beautiful.
Every moment defines her.
Every moment destroys her.
No matter what people want to think.
Words can hurt, but her soul is torn enough.

Wasting away the tatters on meaningless things.
She must be alone with herself.
She must wait for herself to catch up.
She must think of every word carefully.
She must wish good things for bad people.

She must not think ill thoughts.
She must be who she is meant to be.
She cannot falter.
She cannot let anything slip.

Every word is a deeper curse on her sanity.
Every moment defines her.
Every moment destroys her.
And they sit by and laugh.
Every laugh kills her.
She is dying.
Dying from the soul out.

She does this to herself.
She brings this upon herself.
She wishes she knew how or why.
She wishes she knew anything.

She is a drifter.
Walking alone in silence.
Every moment defines her.
Every moment destroys her.

This is my poem to myself. All rights should be confined to Stargirl. That is me. That is who I make myself out to be. Please try and understand. I think I know what suicide letters really mean. You must believe me when I say that I really don’t want to.

~ by anarchysrioting on May 16, 2008.