She is a girl
Cursed with eyes
The eyes of a madwoman
A girl who can no longer see clearly
When she looks into her room,
She sees walls of bone
Even though they are only made of drywall
That was made by the human will
When she looks into her mother\'s eyes,
She sees hour glasses
That are almost depleted of sand
For she is running out
Of what, she doesn\'t know
For why she cares too little
For she is a woman who locks everything away
For another day
When she looks at a notebook,
She sees a prison
Where her tears are held captive
Behind the blue bars that hold too much emotion
When she looks at a couple,
She sees locks with the keys still inside
Waiting to turn and leave forever,
But they always seem to never leave
She can no longer write
Sentences that make sense
Every word is a poem,
Trapped with another right next door
She is cursed with a tongue
That can no longer convey the words
That are strictly confined
For if they\'re free she\'ll loose too much
Her mind is like a haunted factory
It makes too much but it sells too little
Instead, the product is that of thin air
Never to be seen again
The pen in her hand does not hold ink
But possibilities that will never be spoken aloud
That will only be processed
In the factory that sells too little
When she looks at her mother\'s hands
She sees a monster
It doesn\'t want to destroy
But instead, it wants to create
Her ears are closed
Trapped inside the reality of imagination
She wants to be free,
But she knows what\'s at stake
She may be trapped
With all these ordeals,
Thoughts and emotions
That no one will ever understand
She wants to be saved
But only she can see the answer
Too afraid of the tiny little rabbits
That everyone so blindly embraces with love
They don\'t see fur made of heartstring
They don\'t see eyes of glass
She sees the horrors of reality
The guards of prosperity
She may be a madwoman
She may no longer be able to write sentences
That make any sense
She may no longer be able to write with ink
But she is still a girl
Trapped with no one to reach for her cheeks
That are paved roads
That lead to her only escape
She wants someone to find her
But not even she knows where to look
The bread crumbs consumed by the birds
Who only see her monsters
Look into her eyes
See the factory with no product
See the girl that no one understands
The girl with the cursed tongue