Above the garage, there lived a girl.
Behind her walls she was fragile.
Caring, compassionate, but most of all
Delicate.
Every night she would stare out her window.
Far beyond reality's horizon.
Gazing and questioning the purpose behind everything.
How she yearned for direction, for answers.
In the sun beamed.
Jubilant the moon gleamed.
Kind-hearted was all that she seemed.
Longing for closure.
Monstrous curiosity that she was never able to tame.
Never will she know?
Opposed and confused.
Paralyzed by perception.
Quiet she remained.
Repeating "Why am I here?" over and over.
Silence was all that she was ever given.
Time rapidly passed.
Unless it slowed (or came to a stop), she was afraid it would pass her by.
Very lost.
W"hat is the point?" "What if I miss it?"
Xylol spilled to the floor!
You seem to feel all alone.
Zoo of chaos; a fire trapped within the door.
I changed the end of this poem to something more tragic. Originally it wasn't this pessimistic, however, it turned into this. I first forgot the sentence starting with the Y, so I had to add that. I couldn't think of a word that worked for X but I ended up making it "Xylol" which is a highly flammable liquid. So it worked. The end is also now a contrast- "You feel all alone", yet it feels like a "zoo of chaos". They contrast, but they somehow work together.
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