Wounded Angel
Chapter 3- Reflection
Look at me
You may think you see
What I really am
But you never know me
(Ryorin's P.O.V)
There are times when I'm alone that I tend to look into my mirror. The girl that stares back at me is not me and will never be. My true self is hidden in my ice-cold heart.
Everyday
It's as if I play a part
Now I see
If I wear a mask
I can fool the world
But I cannot fool myself
I'm not exactly that innocent and sweet as people see me. It's just how I look. Believe me; I'm not that innocent anymore. I smoke, I drink and cut myself. Is that innocent?
Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at mw?
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?
I'm desperately trying to bring out the real self in me. My favorite color is black, but somehow, I keep wearing white. I stick to Lolita, even though I know I should be wearing Gothic.
I am now
In a world where I
Have to hide my heart
And what I believe in
But somehow
I will show the world
What's inside my heart
And be loved for who I am
What can I do? I was never loved, never will be loved. The world will never accept me for what I am. In their eyes, I'm someone who should be thrown into an asylum because of cutting myself.
Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me?
Why is my reflection
Someone I don't know?
I can hardly recognize myself now. Drugs, smoking and sleepless nights have taken its tool on me. I have dark circles under my eyes and I've become pale, eve though I have a tan. I rarely go to school now. But still, this isn't me.
Must I pretend that I'm
Someone else for all time?
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?
Maybe, just maybe, I can find my real self if I'm free. Unchained to this world. My heart leaps at the thought of it. Freedom.
There's a heart that must be
Free to fly
That burns with a need to know
The reason why
Here I stand, on the school roof, waiting for the exact moment to spread my wings. I take one last look around.
Why must we all conceal
What we think, how we feel?
Must there be a secret me
I'm forced to hide?
I'm through with life. The world dosen't need me. Hell, I don't think they'll even care if I'm gone.
I won't pretend that I'm
Someone else for all time
When will my reflection show
Who I am I inside?
This is it. No more cutting, no more pain and hurt, no more pretending. Goodbye world. This Wounded Angel is bidding you farewell. I smile and spread my wings.
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?
"RYORIN!"