She’s aged 20
Done with school
Waiting to be employed
She has a best friend
That has to be impressed all the time
More less like a best friend with different shades of colours
Until now her success has added to the glitter in her bestie’s eyes
An A-student in everything

Now aged 23
She’s got a job
Moved out of her parent’s house
Living her life vibrantly
To impress her bestie
A life beyond her capability
Deep down not comprehending the essence of impression
It isn’t a reciprocated relation

Unexplained
Her brain doesn’t have the piece to complete the jigsaw puzzle
Not understanding the vitality
but still watering it with all her might and power
while the thorns prick into her flesh

just as the body needs daily care
impression has also become such
the bestie’s face has the morning star
that has spoken in favor of silent demands

As her bestie begins to age
The birth mark begins to disappear
The skies that were clouded
Begin to clear out
Becoming vivid and exposing the naked truth
Demands that have begun to make their way to her life
Mercilessly chasing and hunting her down
The things not vital before are becoming forced priorities

she turns 24
The bestie begins to interrogate her about a white gown
And veil
Constantly piercing those words in her soul
Subconsciously, so that when she sleeps
Her thoughts keep evolving the same idea
Her bestie is Putting pressure
Gearing it to greater heights like a volcanic eruption
She doesn’t let the lava burn her skin
She develops tough skin
Giving a reply to every question
Feeling obliged to do so
Trying her best to elucidate her reasons
Her situations
But the bestie only throws taunts
words thrown at her like a sword
that cut right through her tough skin
some thrown like a dodging ball
That hit her right in the face
They Begin to knock senseless sense in her

Slowly changing her principles
Priorities
Patience
Her desires
Those same words keep striking
Sticking
Stumbling over her brains

Doing her very best
The guy she meets today becomes her groom tomorrow
She had to give in
Doing it all for her bestie
The feeling that she’s special to have her cordate broken in half
Keeps on popping and whacking
While her own is already broken into a million pieces
Pieces that slip right through her palms like sand

The veil is finally dressed over her head
Loosening up the tough skin
Letting the lava pass through
Her bestie is jubilant
she attends and gives the prettiest gifts
The Brightest of smiles like the sun
Getting the pleasure of having her way

Living on forcefully
Trying to convince her inner being
She’s happier than a beggar alongside the streets

Later on
Her bestie begins to demand for the fruit of the womb
Her bestie doesn’t understand that
Gifts are from the heavens not trash cans
Unable to fulfill it
Taunting becomes worse by the day and night
Her bestie makes sure of it
Still not shaken
Steadfastly holding on to her pieces
Lethargically carrying on her woundedness
It becomes unbearable

But Her bestie plucks the little fruit left in her
Bursting the bubbles
Still holding on bravely
Believing she still has her soulmate
Her bestie visits him
Like a thunder in a sunny day
Like a thief in the night
And changes the direction of his thought waves
Later on, paper is the one deciding their fate
All the scribbling on it
Ends it all in a day
A bond easily formed
A bond that took time to built
Becomes tangled like a spider’s web

After all that
She still has unwavering love towards her bestie
Putting on a facade for her own predator
That hunts down all her happiness
Just to hide her scars

Exhausted and perplexed with life
She picks up a noose
Tears dropping down her cheeks like a flowing river
With constructed deltas
She knows the noose won’t ease nor end the pain
It will only help her get away
She knows the noose will explain
the darkness she kept hidden from the light

Her hands flowing mercilessly on the paper
With ink dripping
Dribbling like blood
It reads, “you’re the worst countenance
Like some flowers in the day
I should’ve closed up
Just like others did
Not to allow your venomous poison to reach my petals
To poison all my pollen, I had to carry across
I regret been an open flower to you
It’s too late now

I’m a black hole
All shallow and dark
In my darkness lures a mixed concoction of depression
Desperation
Demolition
pain
panic and stress
I did everything for you
Appreciation was never part of your beautiful lies
Put my dreams a side
Letting your venomous words reverberate in me
I’ll write to every little boy and girl
To be aware of your evil schemes
As they germinate to maturity

I gave my loyalty like a dog
Trying to keep my status
Sense of belonging
I obeyed you
It’s now crystal clear
You never loved me
I was just your possession
And now I’ll have to carry your cross
I’ll have to pay for your evil deeds

My fault was only in trusting you
For poison ivy you are
Dear society, my best friend”.

She pulls the noose.