one may say
"she's so weird"
one would portray
"she's so loud"
that's all she could hear
"she's an enigma"
well, yeah, that's okay
she thinks she's ridiculous
at times she over-wondered
some could think of her as marvelous
how can that be? she pondered
she thinks she's not divine
how could anyone say she is?
her insecurities got her entwined
haphazard is how her psyche is
so ungrateful that she was
her mouth spoke of distaste
all those gazes, all those stares
by God oh how she can't bear!
as her alter ego
I'm willing to speak through
so let me tell you
the utmost of truths:
what she feels
how she bears
what she hopes
how she expects
she's gone and away now
so this I can reveal
everything slips into her nerves now
maybe "everything" includes you
she can't drown her demons
they could really swim
reality coexists with fantasies
she no longer wants to dream
she's pretty much scared
ghosts keep her up at night
"this is a play," that's all they say
only her faith held on so tight
in the corner, she overflows tears
no, one would prolly not believe
"am I really loved, or is this just a game?"
how that echoed in her mind of grief
-i.t
