Hit by a wave of panic
I dredge up every ounce of courage
Attempt to retrieve tranquility
Try to slog up that smile and look strong
But I remember:
When time demolishes and flesh erodes from bones
Every organ in me shall stand naked and exposed
So what's the pretence for anyway?
Here goes...

... My heart beats in 3 different tunes
Each for the syllable of your name
Bouncing hard against my chest with regard to the impulse you conjured
But as long as it still beats... Then I'm too alive to worry about what you made me go through
I stand firm and proud enough to continue the story to be read in the absence of my presence
The story of my remembrance
For I do not want to be classified as the destitute child who died of discouragement
Whose parents she left to live in embarrassment of her deafened ears' deeds
But to be an icon of reference
To be spoken of as the girl who lived her dreams and not die in contempt wonders
The one whom everyone's eyes crucify at the back of their brains as a paragon of perseverance all due to the fountain of misery you left open in her
See...
Your attempts of blowing my castle into ashes simply increases the length of my arbitrary scroll
I'd hate you if you didn't put much pressure on me
Because it does more than just to elevate my demur
And paints a portrait of me as not just the victim but the victor
So_
For all you've served me, thank you
For all you are still to serve... It's a not such a delicious meal, but " bitter to the tongue, sweet to the stomach" _ thank you in advance

MalieZ