Impersonating Thoughts

Nothing Past The Perfection

Where is the girl that felt too much?

Where are the oceans of tears and medleys of emotions?

Can you tell? At least I can't.

She was way too generous with her confidences

as she thought she could share the grief.

After all, you just have to

divide the value with its equivalent

to cancel it and get 1, right?

She was left with 1, indeed

as she was the one that was left alone

wondering where they went.

They must've flown away with the breeze of apathy

or maybe they swam away in the river of changes,

to another part of this world.

Or perhaps thay walked away before dawn came

to expand their horizons.

Whatever mode of transport they used, they surely got lost

and she can't find them, at all.

Verses feel empty, just like her heart

as all feelings have gone astray.

They were likely overburdened

by this measly creature

that counted on them, a bit excessively.

She clutched on them so tightly

that they started to suffocate.

One quiet night, as she slept

they sneaked out, never to come back

and wandered so much and so far away

that they are nowhere to be seen.

The next day, she woke up at the crack of dawn

and was greeted by desolation

holding out its arms, so invitingly, asking her to follow it.

She felt so hollow and clueless

that she gave herself no choice

other than grabbing its wrists

and letting it lead her towards nothingness.

Now there she sits, with a face so blank

it doesn't even recognize loved ones.

She remembers absolutely nothing of her past.

Doesn't know who ran away

or why they ran away.

She is a stature of drab perfection.

A porcelain doll with a straight face

adorned with a rehearsed smile made out of plastic.

Perfect! So terrifyingly perfect to spectators

watching every coordinated move

of this porcelain doll.

There are no more delinquent feelings

standing in the way of her

'perfection.'

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Slightly darker than the usual stuff. What do you think of it?
*raises eyebrows*