Do you ever wonder where that girl went? The one that was fearless and lived with absolute abandon? The one they called a rebel? Did they finally tear into her and rip her to shreds? Or was she able to get away, save herself?
Do you ever wonder where the other one went? The one that was docile and loved by everyone for she morphed into whatever they needed. She was the best, wasn’t she? Did she find herself? Now, wouldn’t that upset them? Maybe we can’t find her because she is faceless now. She is their needs, their desires, their wants.
I remember there was one that was playful too. She was childlike and loved to play in the grass. Music was her friend and they’d dance together on days when she was alone with no one to watch her, judge her, change her.
Remember the one who loved to read? Oh God! How she loved to read! No one could get her away from her precious books. They were her escape, her salvation. Did she lose herself in one of those fantasy worlds? She really didn’t do well with reality, did she? Did words get away from her? Or did she get away from them?
There’s one that needs to be saved and one that’s the savior. There’s one that’s a victim and one that’s a perpetrator. A daily battle forges on inside, while the world continues to turn on its axis.
Do you ever wonder if there is anyone else inside? Maybe one that saved them all? Protected them all? Or one that struck gold with balance? That world of balance seems almost utopian. How could it ever exist in reality when we are filled with such dichotomies?
So let’s have a tea party instead. Send out the invitations. I wonder who will come? Will they come? I really wish they would. Maybe we can start afresh. Piece it all together bit by bit. Where does it start and where does it end? I need them to help me glue this into something new. I wonder what we can create from this shell that I have become…
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