Her Hidden Secrets

A nail in her head, A spike from the ground, "Leave me be" she had said, A knife we had found. She sits by herself Doesn't talk to anyone Sits there and writes Noticing everything Friends that surround her None that are very close She can cause quite a stir, This she very well knows So why does she ignore A chance to be normal? No one does she adore Love to her is too formal We try to see her heart but It's not worn upon her sleeve We all watch her cut, Our eyes, we can't believe *Written on August 23, 2010 and September 4, 2010