Staring wistfully at nowhere

Reminiscing my past

A question flashing now and then

Making me ponder about my life

Through the blond locks of my hair

Through my glassy eyes

Through the locked windows of my ghastly, quiet house

All I could remember was despair,

Writhing pain

A smile plastered onto my face,

As I faced envious eyes

A question flashing now and then,

Was it worth it?