"Look, it's my blood!"
Words written on paper,
Oozing red,
Her finger leaking.
Her unable to see this twisted logic.
Trip her,
Lick her,
Push her,
These creatures of darkness stalk her.
You see an odd girl,
laughing over blood,
Giddy over absurdities,
I see a hurting child,
Haunted by inner demons,
Confused through mental insecurity,
Trapped within her own mind.
"It's not her fault"
But they run from her,
As if it were.