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
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