You can tell that she is insane from the look in her eyes.
you can tell that she is angry at the world from the scars on her wrists.
You can tell she is crying from the tears in her eyes.
She spits at the earth and she spits at you, too.
yes, you know its true.
Crazy? Define that.
Watch her crumble up like angel dust.
she laughs at you when you ask what's wrong.
because even if she spoke, her words would still be unheard.
What's wrong with her? You can't be sure.
Her virus is rage and it's breaking her bones.
Do you hate her? Want to rape her?
Wind her up and break her down.
She's been raped by the world.
She is me.
Edited by: Donna Chen
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