Eighteen years I knew a girl
Who talked of silver linings.
Fearless, she took on the world
Her face radiant, ever smiling.
Passion coursed within her veins
To be better and better still.
She was free, devoid of chains
She raced ahead, uphill.
Life played out page by page
Each scene was well planned.
The world you see, was her stage
Spacious and grand.
Voice booming, spine upright
Massive crowds she could face.
Behind the mic, under the light
She had found her place.
In tune with the music of thought
Her pen danced with grace.
With spirit her words were wrought
Behind lines of ink was escape.
Strokes of yellows, reds and blues
On her canvas made whole.
Hundred shades and million hues
The kaleidoscope of her soul.
She moved swiftly along her way
To initiate, innovate and create.
No luxury to stop or to sway
The driving force was innate.
But a string of words she heard one day
Was the sentence we all fear
The world had just one thing to say:
You're a bad person my dear.
You are selfish, terribly conceited
They smiled as they declared.
You have no heart, your soul is wretched
With confidence they proclaimed.
Gone were her silver linings
Only clouds remained, dark and grey.
The face that once was ever smiling
Now showed signs of decay.
Of passion she had use no more
What good was left anyway?
For being such a bitch and whore
She had a moral price to pay.
So in seclusion she beat retreat
With no virtue, only vice.
And in the graveyard called Defeat
Her broken spirit lies.
I see this girl in my mirror
The girl I knew for eighteen years.
As her eyes stare back in terror
I know my end is near
