Social Misfit

Paint in her eyes, black as night
Her smile is full of pain.
But shes outside singing in the rain.
Always watching her from the distance.
A cross she wears around her neck.
And the cross she wears is placed
upside down while her fingers stroke it.
Her giggle is tainted with evil.
Our eyes never meet and our glances
never make it to the next level.
When walking past I pick up speed
and put my head down facing my feet.
She just stands there arms out
twirling in a circle, singing her
melodrama songs.
Her fantasy's about her death
her knife she plans on using.
She says the voices agree.
Transformed from once
a lovely girl,
unto this monstrous infection
of our society.
I fall in with the rest, never helping her
with her illness; passing her
off as another social misfit who doesn't
belong on my street.
Then one night I heard the sirens
playing music in my ear.
I couldn't move my body lay limp and lifeless
blood oozing out of my wrist.
Oh shit, the girl was me.........