She sits in the corner.
Still.
Pondering questions of life.
Confused.
About why it has to be this way.
Hard.
Why nothing is clear.
Simplicity.
Difficult to hold on to what is good.
Inconceivable.
To see through the clear glass portrayed infront of her.
Shattered.
To understand the chaos growning around her.
Insanity.
Why it all happens to her.
Abused.
What is she affraid of.
Fears.
Why nothing means anything.
Vague.
Why so many thoughts.
Infinential.
Why it hurts.
Suicide...
She sits in the corner.
Still.

-Shena Mae Mazza July.12.2004
 
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