Where were you when my head needed a rinse, when it began to hurt and I left it to gather the moss from the painful memories that contained mostly you? Where were you when I decided to wake up from the daydream that I swimmingly had become a person who I could recognize no matter how many times I had fought to shake off glimpses of a realism I had forged for no reason? Were you a part of that, or was that just me?
Did you see me?
I am the one with her head in the clouds wondering why the smile isn't so proud no matter how high her aim is to reach into the place where her heart cannot take the pain of her distress, and the anger that she cannot attain that goal that is set for years and no matter how she yells, screams and begs, she cannot hold onto the dream that the clouds have yet to redeem.
Did you see me? Or where you lost wondering why I had succumbed to being a lost soul.
I was the one in the dress, the bright red one with the slits, that refelcted inside the sin so pale, so worn from her scale at the pace you cannot imagine, and I walked with a certainty that is only known to the proud. But the wind blew me away, to a place that was far away and I fell and I hurt and cried, and wondered, why, why, cant you see me, I had worn this dress for you, for you I said. This is the day that you see me, that I can tell you this is me.
Did you see me? Or where you lost in the gaze that my sullen face has put you?
I wish you could see me, cos here I am.
I want you to see me.
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