Poem Diary

x Last of Her Kind x

The kind girl, the last of her kind girl,
The kind of girl who likes to let her frilly skirt twirl,
The kind of girl who stays up at night dreaming of the future
And sleeps at night dreaming of the past, her reflection becoming a blur in the glass.

She pulled down her sleeves as she stumbled into class,
Her flattened skirt doing nothing, not even twirl
Soon the last of her kind girl
Will be the lost girl
The last of her kind girl
Will be lost, the last of her kind

Her mother knew she would find
That the place deep inside her mind
Would be less stable and less safe than the warmth of her family's arms

The next thing she knew the night had left and the day had greeted her,
She lay there in her bed and she stared at the ceiling
She hated this horrible gut-feeling.
Why was something so horribly wrong, 
But yet everything was so terribly right?
She slammed her hand against the switch for the light,
And searched with desperation for anything tight
Begging her brain to have mercy for just one day,
But she only cleaned her chair to make way.

Today she tied the rope hard,
standing on the chair trying to silence her rapid heart
She tied the note to the door handle in her room,
And kicked the chair behind her.
''I'm sorry mom, I'm sorry dad
But this world isn't like the dream I had
It isn't about what I knew to be bad
it's that the good never made me glad.
Please don't say you love me, because now
I can't say it back.''