She never felt sad and empty,
never knew the word lonely;
As a child, she believed in fantasies
that our world is like those in the stories.

Not until she reached fourteen,
coz the world she once knew
wasn't like it had always been.

The world slowly morphed into
something she once saw in her nightmare,
she was scared, didn't know what to do
wishing there's a safe place for her somewhere.

A lost angel is what she was,
wanting to go back to her paradise,
And when she turned fifteen,
the way to her home she had seen.

There's this piece inside of me
which often seeks tranquility
but then it drenched in agony,
all because of a somebody.
A somebody that carries hell with him,
not a ring of flames but of darkness within,
Inflicting so much pain with a devilish grin
Showing no mercy, so brutal and mean.

So here's a poem that rhyme,
a piece of me is lost for quite some time,
couldn't find it's way back
'coz everything is covered in pitch black.
So now, this piece I have inside,
will forever be on the hide,
retreating slowly on the back of my mind,
making sure that it can never be found.

People have always admired
the moon which holds untold chronicles
and the stars as twinkling little orbs
but not the night sky that cradles
the mesmerizing sight to behold.

I am a masterpiece
beautifully crafted by you
I am a canvas of bliss
painted in a vibrant hue.
Yet you never admired me
instead, you ignored the beauty within
how cruel is my destiny
the end of me is about to begin.
You disheveled my peace
I pleaded but there was no sound
slowly, piece by piece
I fell on the hard ground.
Soon, I will feel no pain
for the strong me is now awake
one day, I shall stand again
and by then, I'll be a wonderful mosaic.