Mad However Sad Evolution

Phase 1:

She never Cried believing she’s strong, she never cared believing she’s tough, she’s always unknown believing she‘s unique, she never fought believing that’s peace, she never thought believing it to be relive, she never felt for she has no right. She never breathed for she’s just a peace of dead body. She was never known for she is believed to be dead.

Phase 2:

A: What about that beauty shining glittering eyes with innocent deep simple smile? What about that whispering voice?
B: And where could it be?
Ya I’m in nowhere else but heaven.
A: But it’s not true. Heaven can be hell?
B: Can Heaven be hell?
A: Ya when you’re not sure if it’s true
B: But I know the truth….emm…?
A: But hurt may come and will be hard to bear
B: Don’t say so?
A: Since when has beauty influenced you?
B: I don’t know
A: Then you don’t know what life is to be and for your sake return again to be that gloomy normal you for anything else would be nothing but great pain?
B: But what about …………?
And that was the last time she dreamt with that voice has gone every sensation that had made the world a place to live.
Is it the fear of splashes of colorful shades of beauty? Or is it the fear for it to be fake or even her to be herself which is hard to do. And after all that’s life and she’s supposed to be alive…………..!!!

Phase3:

Stressed, screaming tired liar she IS, believing she doesn’t deserve but the time has come where words value & denial no longer gain .It’s time to say real words that convey inner feelings even though weakness revealed .Yes ,She deserves it. Say it. Shout it & if you can’t at least don’t deny it for when you do you act, and acting is death.
Tired of silence for it kills and words do, when saved to nowhere .Talkative she is nonsense she says they say talk less mistake less ,I say words sometimes are nothing but vagueness deep silence. Vague unclear living alone in her tailored reality a planet of her own to come to visit that planet of strangers unwelcome she is. Being a freak for her was never an option but now it’s a fact to which she will have to live. The world will keep on turning and it doesn’t stop to look behind .A new phase. I Wish she admits baring the consequences being that strong of giving up all that hinders, crushed trodden on, left to be herself again to See that smile that clears every blue sensation in deepest deserted lives .
A Combination of such a complication with little bit of imagination such a power in breathing the sorrow flying over pain ..............................................................................................