Defected
By: Skittles
Turning up the volume so loud that it blares in her eardrums and disguises her anguish
Slamming the door shut, she's just so tired of it all
She screams, unshed tears glistening
"You were my entire world! And I was nothing to you!"
Rage and depression, racing through her veins
She lunges at the wall, her fist connecting with the sheetrock
With red knuckles and hopeless eyes, she crumples to the carpet
"What does she have that I don't?" She whispers, head resting on the wall
"Why is she so much better?" She yells, slamming her closed hand at the carpeted floor
"Maybe…I'm the problem" she sighs, losing hope in her love
"Maybe, I'm not smart enough" she removes her glasses
"Maybe, I'm not pretty enough' she twirls a strand of her limp brunette hair
"Maybe…I'm just not pretty enough" She closes her eyes and lets the tears trickle
Making their way down her face and onto the floor
"She's everything I'm not" she mouths, too utterly defeated to speak
With a goal set in mind, she shakily stands
Walking over to her desk, she glances at her picture of him
Caressing the glass lightly with her fingertip[s, she reminisces of times when they were close
'Now, she's always with him, I can't talk to him anymore'
A faint smile hovering on her lips, she remember the fun they had
The jokes they shared
The laughs they produce
They tears they shed, for causes both sore to them
She bent down and gave him a kiss
Her lips lingering above the glass
She lifts the frame and puts it down
Not on its stand, but face forward instead
Turning to leave, she wipes away her pathetic tears and murmurs a nearly silent 'goodbye'
She walks away
From her home
From her sanctuary
From him
"Maybe…I'm just defected"