she sat alone. wondering why the world treated her that way. which way you ask. she didn't know either. she just hated the world. she did all she could to please the world. indulge in what the world's material could be bought. in what the world's superficial could be satisfied. she became the epitome of 'It'. behind close doors she whispered tears into my ears. venom that cursed these ears. behind shutters she spun the world into her web. hoping no other could get through. she asked. was it something i did or said. it's just me. i say. be gone. i don't know you anymore than you think you know yourself. the Others were never cool. the outcast. she needed the acknowledgement i wouldn't give. she thought. the world is pitting against me. she thought wrong.. she was fighting a battle that didn't exist. no splinter in a paw. clockwork fabrication. so tell me.. when did we forget how to be happy?

wake up open those eyes.
like every other
i found another.
i found a created you.

through a glass darkly.