An Ordinary Breakdown.

I was nothing more than an idea.
I turned into a future; a responsibility.

I was nothing more than a screamed name.
I turned into an annoyance; a creature.

I was nothing more than another number.
I turned into a name; a possibility.

I was nothing more than a scar.
I turned into a dream; a bird.

I was nothing more than another failure.
I turned into just that; a failure.

I was nothing more than a broken heart.
I turned into a medical mystery; a breath.

I was nothing more than a fleeting cloud.
I turned into carbon and poison; a cigarette.

I was nothing more than a memory.
I turned into the runaway; a problem.

I was nothing more than alone.
I turned into myself; a beginning.

I was nothing more than a dreamer.
I turned into a nightmare; a terror.

I was nothing more than a single strand of hope.
I turned into the music; a background.

I was nothing more than a fairy tale.
I turned into the only remainder; a soul.

I was nothing more than a couple written words.
I turned into your favorite book; a novel.

I was nothing more than the other girl.
I turned into the one with advice; a word.

I was nothing more than myself.
I turned into me; an art.