This is her life. This is how it is always going to be. So much confusion and lots of spectacles.


She puts on some tea, and allows her tears to fall. Something is wrong, well, atleast something isn't right. She can't put her finger on the problem, just knows its there.
She wipes a tear from her cheek, she looks over her shoulder.
it began to rain a moment ago
she wants to sit outside in it...

if I go out there, i'll just get sick again. i know it
her mind is telling her no, but the tears say yes

maybe i'll read in bed? maybe not. she gets up from her desk puts her notebook and pen away and quietly walks to her night table. perhaps i'll make a phone call.

i don't even know. depression has got the best of her. it's taken that glow from her eyes. the sparkle form her smile. her skin doesn't glisten like it used to. is this even her?

how could it be, she doesn't even look like herself anylonger
she knows no one else could recognize her


a new look. new hair
new smile
what happened to her smile?


her old hair just isn't cutting it, it makes her cry
makes her feel unladylike.
it's just hair, it grows
she lost her life's love.. wonders where he went.
longing for his touch, his kiss
her need out weighs her wants