Name: Annikki
Gender: Female
Poem:I'm not much of a lyricist, but here goes:
One step for Mother, warm and kind
As I turn my head to the stars
One step for Father, and soon I shall find
I'm circling back to the start
Another for sister, to see how she's grown
For she was just a babe when I left
And one for dear Grandmother, who has always known
By the time I return she'll be dead
Footsteps can lead but they also must follow
As I make my way down this road
But how can I come back to my bubble of sorrow
And return to what isn't my home?
Reluctant to leave, but it had to be done
For I could not remain there for ever
And a mother would not want to see the red blood
From her daughter. How could I have let her?
I let my guard down, let my grief take over
And picked up the knife with my paws
And did not scream as the blade dug into my shoulder
For I do not feel anymore
But I wish I'd had courage, to end it with speed
And not let them see my like this
My eye's full of madness, my heart of deceit
And the blood that I'd seemed to dismiss
I ran into the night, away from their eyes
With no concern, only pure shock
They don't care why I did it, but they care for my lies
And I walled myself up in the rock
I kept far away, to stop all the pain
And the hurt that I was to cause
But the things I have seen makes me glad I didn't stay
The adventures I've had, what I saw
The grass on my feet and the rain on my fur
Was the greatest moment of my life
I could clean off the blood and be free once more
But I still hold the memory of grief
For all lives have sadness, that cannot be changed
But through them my life has improved
I've been on adventures and seen all the world
And now I'm returning to you
I know you don't want me, nor did you back then
And I needed to leave, get away
Before I hurt you too, but now I'm back again
And I'm sorry, what more can I say?
But will you not let me in, will you not set me free
From the torment my conscience has caused
If I'm now not family then what more can I be?
Why is the door locked and windows barred?
Do you still think I'm mad, that I've turned to a monster?
Well FINE, I suppose that I have
And if I can't be with you then my heart grows darker
Until I can't change it. TOO BAD.
Yes I have changed, but the blade is the same
And this time my aim will be true
And with my last breath, this is what I claim
My life is over, because of you
Dear mother and father, I'm sorry
But think of the adventures I had
And although I am gone
And will never come home
I miss you.
I HOPE YOU ARE GLAD