I feel happy,

Sad to,

Stuck in this time,

But I don't know what to do.

You can call me a freak,

All the others do anyway,

But there is much more to me,

Than what you see.

Strumming on my guitar,

Ignoring my guilt,

As I watch them tell them,

They'll always have help.

I'm stuck in a childhood memory.

Of one I hold dear

Yet this time I do not belong,

Like so many others, I fall.

I feel there pain as they watch their hero fall,

I feel there fear as they're cornered to the wall,

I feel there hate when one is lost.

I feel all these things, even though I don't want.

I cry in the night,

When I'm all alone,

Trying to drown out all the feeling I own,

I must stay strong, only losers quit.

Sitting in this tree,

I block out the laughter,

Of children playing,

They do not know what they are missing.

My friends will have all forgotten,

Ignorance is so overrated,

But I've learned to accept these facts,

That I will never belong.

The timing is so wrong,

They're telling me not to sit back and relax,

But I know this day like the back of my hand,

Good triumphs and evil goes back to its cave.

Call me what you like,

I don't care,

I've had much more than my fair share,

I smile and remember, I know much more than them.

I smile my fake smile,

As they tell me all the things they will do,

Yet I know,

It's not a fairy tale ending.

Their eyes full of hope,

They set of to battle,

Heroes confident,

Cowards creeping small.

The day has come,

The great fall,

This smile is true,

For I know they will not come through.

The smile turns to frown,

This wasn't supposed to happen,

Saved by a wolf,

Murder is in the air.

I'm awake in the night,

Bloodshed I smell,

Murder and blood,

Our dear hedgehog's lips uttering his last words.

Love is so sweet,

Yet so sour,

His words mean nothing,

For soon she shall join him.

Guilt stirs as I stare,

The only ones spared.

Four small children,

Had seen it all.

Tears in the night,

Tainted with care,

I did not want them to see this,

The knife in my hand I smile a wicked smile.

The dagger to my throat,

I'm liking this,

I put them to sleep and went deep into the forest,

They can all think what they want, I don't care.

So these are my words,

Revenge into death,

Tears of anguish,

The youth of children, lost to one knife.

I know I shall not be mourned,

Hah! I'm a turkey if they do,

The village is so quiet,

So peaceful, it's almost eerie.

The mark on my hand,

Shows my pain,

Of my past and present,

Revenge was not what I had in mind.

So that's my story,

Of love and of hate,

Now you know how I feel,

Caution and despair.

So let me tell you this,

Never trust anyone,

Because they can't keep promises,

Your secrets revealed.

I'm a nonexistent girl,

In a nonexistent world,

And I'm hating every minute,

Misery in my life.

That is my story.