The party is over and everyone finally went home.
At the following day, the kitchen was complaining.
The party of fake smiles and feigned happiness
Smeared it with crumbs of bakeries and cookies
and gifted the garbage bin with heaps of leftovers
to be the uncelebrated birthday party decoration
or an everlasting garbage Christmas tree.
Both are the same,
Being shattered and spoiled is ever the case.
The party remnants hurried to meet their likes
when they are trashed.
They greeted the empty packs of nightgowns
That were sleeping side by side
Next to the empty blister packs of blue bills
Making true a story
Which in reality could not be fulfilled.
With a look of self-pity
She remembered the accumulated heaps
Of trashed hopes and dreams.
Friends and mates were burdens
That stole her inner peace.
At her bed of boredom and rest,
She turned her back to whoever
Broke into her fake happy life
And served as a heavy barbed shackle
Troubling her thoughts and crippling her knuckles.
With a stifled yell of glee
She spitted out the psychological failures
And hailed a new morning
Announcing that her soul is finally free.