She had dropped her tired body on her old bed, the one she was using ever since she could remember herself, as a little girl, the one that had held all the tears shed by her longing eyes, the one that had accepted the love she had felt in the past. It was that same bed that had witnessed all of her boyfriend-girlfriend private moments and all of her lonely nights, one by one.
She took this pen and started writing down all of her thoughts, trying to get out all this frustration she kept inside well hidden for a pretty long time. Influenced by the movie she had just finished watching, she felt anger running through her core as if it was steal knives.
Since she was young she had not had any non-sense high school crap like this evading her life. Once again she was surprised by people's need to be mean to who they feared. But... still, after all these years the same question was torturing her mind: Why do they fear me?
It was late at night when she had that annoying talk with her potential boyfriend. It was about people that had made the mistake of talking behind their backs. Truth is her and that guy had both given reasons for that to happen. But this still didn't make any less pathetic the fact that these people used those tiny little opportunities to gossip. Why is gossiping so satisfying and ..even worse.. addictive (!) she'll never understand.
She was thinking about a "gal" of hers that had used a couple of simple information as a weapon against her. She was mad that people that hadn't even seen her face knew disturbingly well details about her personal life and that she found out about that by chance.
It was now obvious to her that people were not to be trusted. That the only thing worth trusting in this world were her natural instincts. She was slowly realizing she was the kryptonite of herself. Remembering all the childish -as she then thought- fears that no human was able to stand by her as she needed it, there were three songs constantly popping in her mind, coming and going like the people in her life. She then knew she was somehow different that the rest and she'd only be happy by meeting people of her own kind.
She took this pen and started writing down all of her thoughts, trying to get out all this frustration she kept inside well hidden for a pretty long time. Influenced by the movie she had just finished watching, she felt anger running through her core as if it was steal knives.
Since she was young she had not had any non-sense high school crap like this evading her life. Once again she was surprised by people's need to be mean to who they feared. But... still, after all these years the same question was torturing her mind: Why do they fear me?
It was late at night when she had that annoying talk with her potential boyfriend. It was about people that had made the mistake of talking behind their backs. Truth is her and that guy had both given reasons for that to happen. But this still didn't make any less pathetic the fact that these people used those tiny little opportunities to gossip. Why is gossiping so satisfying and ..even worse.. addictive (!) she'll never understand.
She was thinking about a "gal" of hers that had used a couple of simple information as a weapon against her. She was mad that people that hadn't even seen her face knew disturbingly well details about her personal life and that she found out about that by chance.
It was now obvious to her that people were not to be trusted. That the only thing worth trusting in this world were her natural instincts. She was slowly realizing she was the kryptonite of herself. Remembering all the childish -as she then thought- fears that no human was able to stand by her as she needed it, there were three songs constantly popping in her mind, coming and going like the people in her life. She then knew she was somehow different that the rest and she'd only be happy by meeting people of her own kind.
I took a walk around the world to ease my troubled mind,
I left my body laying somewhere in the sands of time,
I watched the world float to the dark side of the moon,
After all I knew it had to be something to do with you,
You called me strong, you called me weak but your secrets I will keep,
You took for granted all the times I never let you down.
But there was her kryptonite again and she started loving it. What used to cause that horrifying shivering in her sleep, had now become the only thing left going right around her:
I left my body laying somewhere in the sands of time,
I watched the world float to the dark side of the moon,
After all I knew it had to be something to do with you,
You called me strong, you called me weak but your secrets I will keep,
You took for granted all the times I never let you down.
But there was her kryptonite again and she started loving it. What used to cause that horrifying shivering in her sleep, had now become the only thing left going right around her:
Μοναξιά μου όλα, μοναξιά μου τίποτα,
cuz I'm a Supergirl and
Supergirls just fly...
And she flew away....
Μη μ' αφήνεις τώρα που είναι όλα πιο δύσκολα.
She was finally starting to understand the deeper meaning of this song, feeling in her skin that her worse fear -loneliness- had become a life saving place where she could escape anytime she wished, wherever, however. She remembered her favorite song of all times and tears came to her eyes as she was whispering the lyrics:
and then she said it's ok I got lost on the way,
cuz I'm a Supergirl and Supergirls don't cry,
and then she said it's alright I got home late last night, cuz I'm a Supergirl and
Supergirls just fly...
And she flew away....
