By Niharika Kabra
I ain’t the blood-stained rose,
Or the alluring black dahlia,
I am the enticing black tulip,
With Dicentra attached to the hip.
(To those who don't know, this has a reference to the 'Language of Flowers';
Refer to a website for the meaning of the flowers mentioned above)
I am a burning comet,
Setting fire to the skies,
The soft glimmer of water,
In a river of moonlight.
I ain't no fragile doll,
I ain't some blue eyed blonde,
I don't seek a prince with a sword,
Trust me, stop hoping- happily-ever-afters are frauds.
All my life,
All I've done is fight,
My story isn't exactly pretty,
The choices I made weren't exactly witty.
I drowned through a sea of pain,
The darkness of the past is a permanent stain.
I've strolled through a forest of scars,
A daughter of the cosmos, a falling star.
I've crawled through a pit of heartbreak,
Despite trying, I never seem to catch a break.
I've tried to collect the shards of my shattered heart,
I remain ever a dark, broken sweetheart.
You've seen my true story,
My journey isn't brimming with glory,
But after facing my history,
How to live with this burden is a mystery.
Peel away my walls,
Strip away my past,
Who is the girl that remains,
Behind that mask?
You can't claim my past doesn't define me,
It redefined, rewrote my entire identity.
I ain't as kind or sweet and my humor's gone dark,
My handling of life wasn't really smart.
I can be rude, harsh and even cruel,
Food in my mouth tastes like gruel.
This broken, torn, tired rag doll,
Isn't going to survive this coming fall.
Why should I keep living,
When the ones I lived for are gone?
I feel hollow and empty,
Without my friends, without my dad and mom.
Mirror mirror on the wall,
Was I always destined to fall?
Sunset's arrival and dying light,
Silver's sweet forgiving bite.
You'll ask why looking at my wound,
In silence I'll rot beneath the ground.