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When she looks at you---your friends all smilling around you, so happy, so close

She wants to cry

You may grant slight involvment, but there's still a blockade

You Apallo, you Hercules, you Romeo, you plague!

You can talk to her, she'd like that

Or smile in her direction

She'll smile back

But she's screaming inside

She's crying out

You're fresh cut meat to a starving caged mongrel

You golden boy, you American dream, you perfection

Her sickness

She's just shy, she's just quiet, reserved, reclusive

She's goth, punk, emo, gay, bi, straight, goody-goody girl, the band geek, and the drama freak...

The good little Virgin Mary, who's never missed a sunday, who blushes at the mear mention of......sex.....

Pill poppin' her chemical happiness everytime she gets the chance, just to get her through....

She's heard it all

Shut up, there's no classification!

You can't know her, she doesn't even know herself

All she knows is that she can't think straight

She's sad alot, she's lonely, she's angry, she's frustrated!

Inside, there's a chaotic, multi-colored ball of never ending knotted thread that she can't seam to cut away

Does she "love" you?

No

Does she envy you, your world, everything you are, everything that you'll become?

Maybe

You're detrimental

And it's all...she knows....it's all in bad heath....