Little ghost girl floats along,
crying tears of shame on these joyous days.
Ne'er belongs in this faceless crowd
and yet here and there she stays.
Fireworks sear through her being,
reminders of the lightning that once was.
Not quite powerful enough to break her,
but lingering enough to leave her depression's buzz.
All she wants is for something solid to grasp,
but her ghostly fingers shall never be content.
Her favorite nightmares; when the cities burn.
Her mind's not twisted, just slightly bent.
Little ghost girl runs along,
screaming and smiling like the rest.
Deep inside, little ghost girl knows,
she'll never be good enough, not even at her best.
