Countdown(Part 2) Poem by poeticgirl 100993

Five..
5 times a day i always ask my mother,
if i have that kind of gift like any other,
she used to say i'm fair until she has no more words to utter,
i just look myself in a large glass filled with water.
5-sided polygon as i view my challenging life,
5 times i weep and my tears wants someone for it to wipe,
always got teary-eyed, almost i lose my sight,
and ceaselessly, i seek for a bright light.

Four..
4 times my hair has been repaired as i remember,
and cut it only at the level of my shoulder,
thinking that time that i was ugly, but i saw myself prettier,
funny, that some thought i was a stranger.
4 times i'm changing my clothes everyday,
and see myself changes, but in some other way,
my character, i always think, no one could play,
everytime others try, my sight used to turn grey.

Three..
me, together with my two pals consistently attend the anticipated mass,
we do not forget HIM and it is one of our tasks,
in that holy place, we become true persons and we remove our mask,
until we are forgiven and see myself as a beautiful, sinless lass.
GOD, the omniscient one in three personas,
eternally helps in all my fears for me to pass,
truly, His love will never last,
and i'll be pardoned though my heart is full of rust.

Two..
yes, it is true that two is better than one,
i still believe, though, he left me like an empty can,
before i thought, that love is just for fun,
but alas! after all, it shot me like a firegun.
only two of us are currently fighting,
me and my soul, aside from us, nothing,
it is now just my body that is hardly sabre-rattling,
for my soul, because of despair, is almost dying.

TEN, NINE, EIGHT, SEVEN, SIX, FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO...........

ONE..
Since, i am the only one who still believe,
that someday in my life, i will happily live,
i'll extend my hands to share and give,
all the love i never ever received.
Who is the only one who fight?
-ME
To whom should i seek help?
-TO MY GROUP
Who will show me a real support?
-MY FAMILY
And to whom should i believe and call?
-TO GOD

STOP THIS COUNTDOWN!
for this broken me has still a chance to be repaired,
and never feel again so cold, alone, and despaired.