By: Alyssa Garcia
"Like glass I'm shattered, broken into a thousand more pieces. Here I
am yet again still believing. As history repeats itself once more, I
stand in my stupor, wondering, waiting, wanting. Wishing karma would
release me from her grasp. Searing lacerations scar my soul, carving
this fate of insecurity. It brings anguish, torture unconsoled, and no
one can stop it. This is my destiny, though I don't dream it; I can
see it, keeping me awake at night. Tears spilling, out of anger, or out of hate?
I toss and turn, clawing the air in desperation. Why me? Why lonely me?
A scream becomes my frustration; never to subside."