She woke up one morning,
Without the will to live.
I tried and made her laugh,
But it wasn't the same.
“Take care of me” I thought she'd say,
“Make me feel alive” I thought she'd request.
Nothing was ever said or done.
Her eyes had lost their spark,
Her childish and joyful self, grown apart;
Felt just like a distant memory of childhood.
She looked at me and the loved remained,
But the life on our love had drained out.

She was waiting for a friend,
To either make it stop or to make her live again.

She thought of her looks as abysmal,
So her perspective on 'beauty' changed.
She looked at beauty for what she was not; extraordinary.
Haunting for perfect beauty,
Anything less than extraordinary was lousy
Until the day someone taught her where to look,
To find extraordinary in everything mundane,
Flushed, she realised that she could be extraordinary too.

Together we almost touched the skies
But you left me wide eyed.
I felt like I was falling
But it wasn’t in love.
I felt like I was breathing
But my heart wasn’t beating.
You made me feel alive,
But now the whole aura is suffocating.
I guess my mind wasn’t open enough
Because I’ve fallen and I’ve realized,
I’m just lying broken on the ground.

Since they crippled me,
I thought I’d grow wings.
Though I don’t remember how it felt when I first walked
But I still remember my last walk.
I still remember how the grass felt under my naked feet
I remember putting on shoes the last time I walked
I remember running and being taller.
These are now just my memories
And since they crippled me,
I thought I’d grow wings.

Am I diseased that you’re treating me ?
Did I do something wrong that you’re looking down on me ?
Am I a helpless animal that you’re showing me pity ?
You think you’re being empathetic but its still sympathy
But the wind against my face is a symphony
As I grow wings
To feel the wind in my hair
To feel the equivalent of running
I feel the fresh air fill my lungs
Even though I am crippled,
I grew wings.

Since I grew wings,
I can see the crippled me
Lying there in peace and in silence.
I can finally see the smile that had been lost
Since they had crippled me.

When the light of the day destroyed the monster
That hung over her head at night,
As she saw the monster that haunted her lonely mind at night,
Turn into ashes;
She realized that it will come after her ever night
If she gave it the power,
If she fed it the insecurities and the fears.

She realized the only way to destroy the monster forever
Was to give herself the power,
Enough power to make it turn into ashes with her light.

Settled in the ***** of Paris,
Decades after painting the Bay of Naples,
The artist now known as classic
Sat with a content smile
And reminisced  about the guardian angel,
Who painted a masterpiece,
Containing just a leaf
And bequeathing a hopeful life.

The way I see people,
They make others enfeeble
Just so they stay above the chain.
They seem so inhumane, giving others pain.
Destroying their way to the future,
Foolishly wallowing in their stupor.
Although sometimes they show emotion
But then get caught in its commotion.

Alas! In the end I’m also human today,
And maybe tomorrow I’ll decay.
So I’ll just try, like every other human
To someday be superhuman,
To someday rise above this human grime
Through my stories and rhyme.

She’s trying,
Trying to actually look at herself in the mirror,
She usually just walks by, looking at her glimpse,
Not liking what she sees.
She’s working out,
Trying to change herself to fit into the eyes of others,
She’s looking at me to see herself changed.
When the mind tricks her,
She stares and stays long enough.
But when the words don’t fool her,
She sits in front of me, crying.
Looking at why she cannot change,
Just wishing they’d understand
That she’s trying.

She talks to me and says,
She just wants someone to realize she’s trying
Which just makes me wish I could comfort her,
Tell her, I know.
Tell her that I see her, trying so hard.
Sometimes I wish I could say to her
“You don’t need to try so hard for me,
You’re so plainly beautiful to me,
When you’re free from wordy bounds.”
But she cries looking at me,
My voiceless words never reaching her,
My glass hand never comforting her,
Just waiting for her to stop trying,
Just waiting for somebody to finally see her.