Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Underneath her clothes


She wasn't alone, but she was lonely.
She wasn't small, but she was invisible.
There was this girl.
This girl that I once knew so well,
probably as much as I had known myself.
She was one who begged to differ.
She wasn't allowed any dog,
so she buried a dead frog
that she found in the school park.
She would scooped glue
from the little tub and ate it.
As if it was some tasteless jam.
She would tear papers into little pieces
and chewed them.
As if they were some leafy vegetables.
In many ways, she was very much
an attention-whore.
"Look at me! Look at me!"
If only you could hear her thoughts
scream out loud.

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