They sit there
And stare.
They think they know me
They don't.
They ask, "why?"
Hell if I know.

And they will never know why.

That's the beginning of my story. It ends the same way.

But before the beginning, I had
hopes, dreams.
Just like every other girl.

"Don't be silly, little girl.
You'll soon grow up and realize
that the world
is one ******. up. place."

Not as ****** up as myself, though.