Dear Readers,
She is sitting in the dark so melancholy.
Her break from reality is ending and
the thought of rejoining the world is a
terrifying torture for one who as
already tasted its potency.
She is not who she really is
but the mask that shelters her fragile beauty,
would one trust the girl with the tentative smile,
and stilettos or the girl, that was forged with the warm smile
and slack clothing? Unloved do to the mask and indecision,
she is the looking glass. She feels estranged by all
and seal to none at heart.
Does anyone care does anyone know?
Does one really know the difference between her,
and her indication? The girl smiles, the girl laughs and cries.
She though can see through the lies of one
and all who say they enjoy her company,
but truly enjoy the gag if pretending,
and then secretly jeering at said girl.
Then there are the ones she can feel close to
the few whom really know the girl.
Unlike the boy who believes he knows her
and strings her along with his courting
then uneventful ness.
Nor the boy who loves her
and she is too blind to see.
Or does she sees,
but pretends to be blinded by indecisiveness.
What is truly poignant is that this girl is you and this girl is written about me.
<3
The Inferior Interloper
