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Monday, May 17, 2010
In the streets of insanity.
She wrote words on the wall,
the wall had dirt on it,
she wrote with a blue chalk,
these words were not meant to be understood,
no one tried to understand them,
no one would,
this was actually a sight I actually saw.
Her clothes,
torn and tattered,
dirty were her locks,
the were cut,
cut so disgracefully,
her face caked with mud,
to her, her appearance didn't matter,
she didn't want to get flattered.
She was unsteady,
she mumbled things to herself,
she looked as she were to fall,
as she unsteadily stood writing on the wall.
Abnormal,
she was given this label,
sanity,
she was unable,
misshapen,
people were actually afraid,
that was her weapon,
that gave her that label,
she was not mentally stable.
She gave me a look,
her frozen grey eyes,
it actually scared me when her eyes met mine.
She was unusually pretty,
within those cold blue eyes I saw her beauty,
my eyes probably gave her a look of fear and pity.
It felt as if within her she was screaming,
screaming to be found,
she crossed the bound,
the bounds of insanity,
didn't care about vanity,
her screams were so loud.
She wanted somewhere to belong,
she wanted someone to sing her a song,
a song just for her,
she didn't know who would singer,
who was her singer?
Abnormal,
something they labeled her as so easily,
she reached a point of not caring,
she was deep in the streets of insanity,
the blank scary look she gave me,
that frozen scary look from her grey eyes,
it made me realise she was me,
a piece of me,
me in the streets of insanity.
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