The Mermaid With Broken Wings
The Mermaid With Broken Wings


Blamed you without knowing the whole case is what you say
Didn’t ask you about how you felt
They all think you are just a glamorous diva
What they don’t know is you love tennis more than that
Your honesty is their offence
Head held high or low, is up to them
You are yours or theirs you don’t know
But your crown is yours, if you say so.
They call you a fallen angel, but you are just a mermaid with broken wings.
You have to light a candle to witness the destruction, but they think you are sitting under a chandelier
Crimson scarves flowing with the wind, crimson hearts breaking as they are pinned
You say you like reading in the park in front of your house
You like camping and swimming alone, rather than being in a crowd
You like working late and having food by yourself at home
The fire is cold, the book has no pages left at all
The blanket wrapped around you is being torn apart but you have yourself to keep you warm
You want to strike them out from your name and your heart
You are a bit like Deborah, and also like Abigail
The choir girls you are friends with at the church love you a lot
Why are you still hanging by that broken branch then?
The velvet envelopes you burnt in the cold water turned into wet ashes
Do you think you could ever be strong like
Judith?
You are confused between repeated mistakes and refrain
I know you want to let your heart out on how much you despise them
They are like the broken pieces of glasses, pretended to be delicate
They hurt you so bad, that you are now a mermaid with broken wings
You dress up, you pretend, you don’t, you are out of trend
You breathe in, you’re controlling, you breathe out, you’re failing
Used to be amiable, but now you are unpredictable
You cry, you make it rain, you don’t smile, that caused a famine
Be unfazed, be brave, you wouldn’t want failure to be your fate
Tears are dry, smile unsmiled, own your thoughts rather than borrowing it
Go back to the you, you loved and lived for
Cause their judgments don’t make them your judges
Shining diva or not, spectacled bookworm or not, be a you with no title
The daffodils and the lilies, the unknown forests you’ll never see
The ones unknown with great deeds, or the ones with a million followers, but they didn’t even sow a seed
Who would you be?
Explore behind the guarded up walls you never want to show
Hide if needed from others, but never from you
Like a river to a sea, go wherever you want to be.
Debris may block you, but you must know you are a force undefeated.
You are now an angel for yourself, dear Gabrielle.