She seems so alone to the rest of us
One to be pitied
She doesn't think she's alone
There are plenty of people in her head to talk to
Who am I to think she needs my help?
She's smiling way more than I am
How'd she end up there?
Seemingly completely utterly horrifically broken
(or is that me?)
It certainly isn't the kids who are making fun of her
They're not broken are they?
Born to "normal" families
Looking down, laughing, entertaining themselves
Is there any room in there for compassion or sympathy?
Or equality as humans?
No! They can't be equal to her!
She's crazy and poor and dirty and they're not
Some unfair power
Chose for them to be unequal
Call it fate call it luck
(Call it God?)
One with a brain that doesn't work right
Others with hearts that don't work right
Who the hell am I to say?
What have I done that made me better?
I'm not laughing but
Neither am I making it better
Not that it's my place
To make things better for this stranger
(or is it?)
Who designates that job?
That unfair power?
Or maybe the power is in me
Call it God.
Surely I can't make it better
How much is a kind word
Or a smile
Or one lousy sandwich worth?
Anyway, isn't she the one smiling so much?
I'm broken, too
Only in different ways
Maybe she should feel sorry for me
Maybe she should feel sorry for those kids
They're broken, too
Just don't know it yet
With their eyes closed they'll never find out
