Author's Note: And here it is, the final chapter in my introspective view of her emotions. It is so hard for me to believe that I have finally completed a series that I have started. I can even remember what I was doing when I was inspired to write this back in the spring... Should upcoming episodes delve into her emotions more, I might have a few updates, but you should consider this series done. Anyway, again, I wish to thank all of my reviewers. I don't know if I would have finished without you.
Magic Of My Color – Part 10
They are whispered to me in the dead of night. . .
Calling me, urging me
And walk on that dark, torturous path
To terror and to death.
But the birth of dawn means yet again
I shall have a reprieve from the dark.
I step out into the day,
My sanctuary and prison behind,
Along with the demon who
Will be waiting for me tonight.
You do not know
The terrors I have faced,
The suffering I have endured,
The memories. . . and my past. . .
Could you even close your eyes if you knew?
So why are you surprised
When I do not smile,
Or even laugh or cry?
For if I did,
In a moment of lost control,
All of you could die.
I never asked to be this way,
Cold, distant, alone. . .
But I was never given a choice.
And I do not know exactly what you see,
But I know that it isn't really me.
My mind adrift,
Quite lost in thought,
I pause and cannot help but wonder. . .
Will you ever know me, truly know me,
Or am I destined to be
Obscured. . .
And forever bound within my shadow of blue?