Summary: A poem I wrote about Mary Alice in the asylum. In this poem she's still human, and hurting from being shunned and locked up by her loved ones. Remember, even as a human she's slightly 'psychic', so I tried to incorporate that in this poem.

Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns Alice. Not me.

Alone in this room

With nothing to say

Nothing to feel

Just Be.

If I tried to disappear –

Would you let me?

Or get in my way?

As I sit

I analyze

Everything you'll ever say

And wonder

What you said today.

Does it matter?

Words.

With my future so uncertain

Staring in the dark

I confess

I have nothing left to find.

I write my soul on these walls with blood

And hide my shame in the inky black.

One day I will wash away.

I'll be without legacy

My life over with nothing to show for it.

No one to remember me.

So I'll let myself

Fade

Away.