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.
