A/N: I don't know what this is. Someone should help me decipher what the heck I just made. Whoever does gets a virtual cookie… owob
I don't own Poniko or Mado-chan :C
Poniko is my hero.
She saved me.
Poniko is like me.
She likes to be alone.
Poniko is blonde.
I have brown hair.
Poniko is a girl.
But I am too.
Poniko is calm and cool.
I make funny faces and change clothes, but she is calm and cool.
Poniko is someone I want to be.
She doesn't care about me.
Poniko is cold, and even though I came all this way to see her,
She doesn't care at all.
Poniko is mad when I flick the light switch on and off,
On and off,
On and off.
I laugh in her face and leave.
Poniko is still here when I come back a second time,
And a third time,
And a fourth time,
She's still here on the tenth time,
So I flick the light switch on and off.
Poniko is scary when she's mad.
Her blonde hair isn't there anymore, and her face isn't either.
She's all black and white, like a memory.
Her mouth is wide open and no tongue is there,
So all she can do is scream and scream and scream.
It hurts my ears and the knife goes straight through her.
Poniko is not Poniko anymore.
Poniko isn't the person I want to be when I grow up.
Poniko isn't my hero anymore.
She reminds me of everyone else,
The bird-people and how they chase me into a small room,
The people that ignore me and pretend I'm not there,
The dead people with all their blood.
Poniko is the one that I am scared of.
She trapped me in a tiny room and the floor is sticky.
Sticky and white.
The only way out is to pinch my cheek.
My hand is sticky too.
Poniko stares at me and I can feel her staring.
Her black and white form has no eyes though.
I can't tell if she's looking at me or looking through me.
The monster over my head moans because its hands are stuck.
The white stuff is like glue.
Everything here scares me.
I want out. Now.
Poniko is paying attention when I pinch my cheek.
I wake up in my bed, cozy in a pink blanket.
Poniko is Poniko.
Poniko is not my favorite person.
Reviews appreciated~