She walks alone into the shadows, hoping to find a path no one has walked on. She looks back with dismay for the reality feels so unreal. These people, the feelings she has, are quite unbearable, but she carries on. Bashed like a helpless being. Why? She knows not. She carries on.
Their smiles wicked, their laughter horrid & coarse. She knows not why they laugh. She carries on. Glares are sent her way, dirty looks all around. These people do not know her, she turns her back, she carries on. She smiles.. her little smile, a curve upon her lips. Upward it goes, nothing can bring her down. She is strong, yes she is, but she cares not what they say. She is better for this. She meets their anger with laughter, she shrugs it off. Who are you she asks? In silence they prey. Monsters. Not all but very much so, she wanders these streets, with no where to go.
The soles on her feet, are not close to new. You may have money, but her little soul, will always be better than you. She is an obnoxious little girl, talks when she shouldn't. Shouts when there's quiet. Hush girl, hush. They cannot stand your screams. She cannot stand the quiet & the still, so she stirs it up. She walks back and forth, wondering what what. She sits and she waits. Waiting for what? This oh no.. this to know? To know you need not.
Little girl.. keep walking.. this is your tale. A long and dangerous road lies ahead, so commit to your sail. She turns her back.. closes her eyes.. and heads off to bed.. dreaming of when, to run, with your head.
To be continued....
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