worthless redux

translucent tears on alabaster cheeks
like wet dewdrops on harlequin grass
as 'worthless' runs on repeat in her mind
from a broken record called her parents
her pale fragile arm reaches out for him
in a silent, desperate plea for help
but it falls upon deaf ears--
here in person but not in mind
perhaps here in mind but not in heart
and she's afraid of loneliness
in the darkness of a starless night
where isolation's sinister hands
will reach towards her darkened spirits
and seize her in iron strong fists
as she slowly loses her will to soar
and they chip away at her resistance
breaking her like thin frail glass,
bending her beautiful wings
until she can no longer fly to freedom
and they leave her to her fears
trapped in a steel iron cage,
feeling small and shattered with nothing
to keep her company save for the isolation
whispering 'worthless' on repeat in her mind
from a broken record called her parents


A different version of my poem "worthless" which I happen to like better because I had more of an inspiration with this one. Tell me what you think.