She sits

And laughs at her own jokes.

She sees eyes

As hallow buttons

And asks

Where are their souls?

She cries while

Watching TV

Where their eyes

Are just like hers.

She reads

A story that takes a chunk of her heart

And never lets it go.

She is a child of the weak

A child of the strong

And she sees demons all day long.

Her sense of smell is off

She ignores the pitches the others' give off.

On the TV it seems so real

But in life it's turned off.

Within the crowd as she hides

Is a person just like her.

Her eyes are like the ones in movies and books

And her smile isnt twisted like the others'.

Demons swarm all around them

Button eyes blank

The other girl flinches

She wants to leave this place.

Go up to her

And whisper something funny.

If she laughs,

Shes just for you.