Hybrid!

When I was born I had the most beautiful shimmer in each pore of me. I held in my eyes, the glittering crescents. My heart filled with galaxies of excitement and love. My small body pouring out the verve I'd inside with each of its lively moves.

The sprightliness gushing into my veins. My hopes up, my qualm down. Trust asking to be served to my guests. My days wearing off the calendar in anticipation. Expectations of the fulfilment of the promises blinding me. My feeble self devoted to never become a dead puppet. Kindling fires of being different, igniting sparkles of being a warrior, all burning inside me. 

But the people around me, acting robotic put me in self-doubt. My resilience haunting me that YOU might end up twisting and bending and warping me into a mess like yourself. My true self seeming at stake, surrounded by hollow frames of bones. 

The breaking of hopes scarring me. I was being told that I'm at fault for being immature, trusting the promises made to be trusted. I was labelled a fool, believing the mirages that were only shown to me to keep me shut with seals of wistfulness. 

The news came to me that My City is about to face war, turn upside down. 

Then I could feel the twinge of my world-changing. I would cry to myself seeing the crescents disappearing from my eyes. Crucifixes building in my heart. Apathy poisoning my vessels. Trust is replaced by distrust adorned with a teasing smirk on my lips. Promise ringing in my ears as a lie. Expectations no more finding a home in me. 

But the real me, still hiding somewhere beneath the cover. Behind all this change, my stubborn soul still longing, appearing in the out but only in front of myself. That's what you made me. That's what I became staying in your world. A *Hybrid*. An amalgam of dead bones and a living spirit!!!