Another poem I wrote… What if Aeris really wasn't this cheerful person that she appeared to be on the inside? What if she had her own depression and worries and no one understood her? This poem could have been how she felt.
Who am I?
Am I really what they
say I am?
"Little Miss
Innocent" with flowing locks of golden brown who can't breathe on her
own...
Living behind a smile
and hasn't suffered enough to know life...
So what if I live in
nature's beauty?
Hell is just heaven
with unseen deadly impurities.
Look close enough and
see the truth.
So is the same with my
eyes...
What am I?
The average girl with
no ambition?
Or a bomb waiting for
the right time to explode.
You are mere ignorance
if you see only appearance.
And I might just take
you down with me...
Blasted apart from
stress and longing...
Who will defuse my soul
and save us all?
I am like the tears of
the sky.
Starting in clouded
confusion and blissful ignorance.
When I see the truth
and start to fall...
Faster and faster,
feeling colder and colder...
Just like vermilion
rain.
I wonder when I'll hit
the ground and melt into memory.
I am me...
