"Oh my"
It's getting really late
I must move fast to meet my mom
Or a fight we will create
I scurry down the sidewalk
To see my friends at the park
Jane, Will, Anne, Sam
And a blue eyed boy named Mark
"Hello" I say out loud
They wave and greet me back
"We missed you"
I join them and drop my backpack
I sit down and talk for hours
I forget about the time
"Where the heck was I going?"
These friends are none of mine
I get up from the swings
I'm confused.. question-mark
I feel like I've done this before
I search for a hidden spark
My mom is standing at the doorway
She is mad I can tell
"We're you talking with Anne."
That name, it rings a bell
"I think so mother, but I don't know,
I think I did.. I guess"
She shakes her head and brings me inside
"Go and get some rest."
I lay down on my mattress
And pull the sheets above my head
I lay there like a zombie
So tired, almost dead
In my dreams I see some things
But not normal like on t.v
Everything is strange
It looks so make believe
Then I realize it's not a dream
This is my real life
My dreams are completely normal
But my life just isn't right
I see things that aren't there
I hear people that can't be seen
Everyone thinks I'm crazy
I know just what they mean
It's hard not to think that
When you can't explain someone else's mind
If they looked inside of mine
"Normal" they would not find
I'm the crazy girl who's stared at
Sitting alone all in the dark
With Jane, Will, Anne, Sam
And a blue eyed boy named Mark
They always look twice
I can hear their rude remarks
As they try to find who I'm talking to
-The little children at the park-
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
"Oh my"
It's getting really late
I must move fast to meet my mom
Or a fight we will create
I scurry down the sidewalk
To see my friends at the park
Jane, Will, Anne, Sam
And a blue eyed boy named Mark
"Hello" I say out loud
They wave and greet me back
"We missed you"
I join them and drop my backpack
I sit down and talk for hours
I forget about the time
"Where the heck was I going?"
These friends are none of mine
I get up from the swings
I'm confused.. question-mark
I feel like I've done this before
I search for a hidden spark
My mom is standing at the doorway
She is mad I can tell
"We're you talking with Anne."
That name, it rings a bell
"I think so mother, but I don't know,
I think I did.. I guess"
She shakes her head and brings me inside
"Go and get some rest."
I lay down on my mattress
And pull the sheets above my head
I lay there like a zombie
So tired, almost dead
In my dreams I see some things
But not normal like on t.v
Everything is strange
It looks so make believe
Then I realize it's not a dream
This is my real life
My dreams are completely normal
But my life just isn't right
I see things that aren't there
I hear people that can't be seen
Everyone thinks I'm crazy
I know just what they mean
It's hard not to think that
When you can't explain someone else's mind
If they looked inside of mine
"Normal" they would not find
I'm the crazy girl who's stared at
Sitting alone all in the dark
With Jane, Will, Anne, Sam
And a blue eyed boy named Mark
They always look twice
I can hear their rude remarks
As they try to find who I'm talking to
-The little children at the park-
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