This is not she

I watch and I stare and I want to puke and I want to cry and I want to laugh and I want to scream.
But all I do is laugh,
All I do is almost cry,
All I do is scream inside,
All I do is hate her.

I see them they see mi they watch in wonder they think she is crazy they think she is mi.
I want to scream,
I want to say no,
I want to yell stop,
All I do is let her be.

She looks she smiles she waves she blows a kiss she turns the clock strikes twelve she is mi.
I dread the turn,
I dread the handover,
Its too late to stop her now,
All I do is wait.

Shes crazy they can tell she is crazy they can tell she would do it all they can tell she is gone.
I can tell she is sane,
I can tell she knows,
I can tell she thinks,
I can tell...
cause...
she is mi.

Her Own World

The world she created, the world she was forced into.
The world she dreads, the world; her safe haven.
the world she adores, the world she abhors.
The world she constantly wants to flee from, the world she never wants to leave.
The world she was free from, the world she was chained to.
The world she watched, the world she stared in.
The world she longed for, the world she had.

This was it.

This was her tragedy, this was her beloved.
This was her blessing, this was her curse.
This was her creation, this was her destruction.
Of what world do I speak,
if not of her own world?

MI