Listening

She lived in
A world
Filled with the
Most horrible
Things.
She was so
Sweet.
She deserved
So much
Better.
Yet,
Her only
Escape
Was music.
If she could
Only drown out
The world for
An hour, everything
Would be okay.
The monsters were
Held at bay.
For as long as
The sweet one
Stayed out
Of that world,
She could live
In her mind.
In her world
No one
Yelled
Or cried
Pleaded and
Skulked.
She knew no
Such thing as
Painful
As hunger. As
Sorrowful
As loneliness.
When the
Sweet notes
Filled her head,
They also
Filled her heart.
She could bear
To live just to
Hear simple
Melodies.
The foolish girl
Thought she was
Safe.
Alas, her fate
Was not to live,
As her self-created
Mute button
Was discovered
By the jealous one.
The one that
Needed to be
Heard.
The jealous one
Screamed an yelled.
Waved her arms about.
Pretended agony.
But to no avail.
And the jealous one
Ran to the
Cabinet.
Took out
Scissors.
And with one
Clean
Motion.
The sweet music
That belonged to
The sweet one
Was soured.
And so
The poor
Girl
Lives.
But what is
Life
When you are
Halfway
Between worlds?
Forever a
Ghost. A
Wraith.
Hearing the
Sweetness,
But never again,
Living,
Breathing,
Being
As you once
Were.



So I kind of wrote this because my mom gets mad at me if I keep both earbuds in, because I can't hear her. But isn't that the point? This girl, the sweet one, is not me; the jealous one is not my mother. This is just how I feel sometimes. Enjoy this picture of a cat.

TAAC out.