Misunderstood

Buried beneath the smiles
Hiding underneath the Happiness Lies a misguided soul,lost in the world she once believed in,nurtured by grief and hate,the lights which once guided her,now seem to blind her..
Constantly Fighting a battle against the darkness in her soul,she seeks to find solace by giving her heart to Him in exchange for the love she never got.
Only long enough to discover he was more fuel for the inferno burning in her..she is forced to find a new love in needles and bottles,They incite her demons even more,But to her she has found love..
Her once pretty eyes now hell red,tell a tale of her future..perdition and damnation..a future which she once foresaw to hold her make beliefs of Rainbows and Happily ever afters..
Slowly but surely she grows weaker and her demons grow stronger,waiting to devour her..
The other young men and women converse in light whispers,..if only they knew her Plight,But how could they have known,who would have ever guessed??
She is aware of her darkness..she is aware of her weaknesses..in fear of sleeping and Never waking Up,She takes a stand and realizes She doesn’t need the love of this world.
She has found herself again despite being lost in the mazes of the world she was once familiar with,
The Gleam in her eyes are slowly coming back..The lustre in her dark beautiful hair is being restored..Slowly the demons burn to the ground one after the other until she hears no more from the last of them.
She has found Victory,She has found Freedom..
Now They ask..who is the new girl? They don’t whisper anylonger,They all want to shake the hands which ones held those bottles and syringes..
She is now Beautiful and confident..Although once in a while she reminisces and remembers the girl who was once Misunderstood..The girl who died the same day the last of Her Demons did..Iyobosa Rehoboth

By bosarehoboth

Clocks

It’s the 90’s..probably a saturday,a young chubby fellow is weighed on a scale..He’s mum is pretty exhausted yet manages to let out a sigh of relief…
Several Tick and Tocks have Passed and he’s Come face to face with a strange track that stretches out for miles.
Ambition is the steam for his train as He sets out on Journey into the unknown..
On His way He becomes Friends with Logic and Reasoning,Good friends indeed who have offered to show him right from Wrong,Good from Evil,Allegory from Literal.
Despite The Amusements and Whimsics of The Childhood Train,His Friend “Reasoning,suggests its time to get off the train..Logic thinks so too.
Unanimously Deciding,They get off the train and face nothing but Vast horizons..Amazing it seems,Yet full of surprises and Dangers,Here they Do not have the leisures Of the Train of childhood,They have to walk independently By foot,creating Paths for the Little Boy..Then and Now He looks back at the trails of smoke the Train left behind,wishing he had never gotten off it,but He discovers that if He’s going to survive He’s going to need more than Ambition to drive him..
He finds a new friend Called Willpower,a bit aggresive,but Will got the Job done when he was needed,He was proven to be a trustworthy friend..
Several More Ticks and tocks Have passed..The Famous River of Adolescence has long Been crossed by this boy and his friends..
Now as He walks down those dusty roads reflecting on the wrong paths he took, As He stands overhead of the Greenlands,He knows there’s one final Bridge to cross,One Final step to take..He knows He is not the First,He knows He’s not the Last..He knows that somewhere else in the world a rendition of the events that occured on that saturday night in the 90’s is happening again..What He doesn’t Know is If The Ones Behind him are going to Find the Good old Friends He did..and fashion out paths for themselves..He sure Hopes they do.—Iyobosa Rehoboth

By bosarehoboth