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 fucked. up. place."
Not as fucked up as myself, though.