We are all broken.
I cannot be fixed.
I’m not a toy or a squeaky chair.
I am not your little girl.
We don’t get along.
I fucking hate you.
You are not funny or scary.
I’m not laughing
Nor am I afraid.
The times you care you think I’m crazy.
It’s the only way you can deal with the fact.
You never noticed me before.
Why now?
When all the troubles are upon us
You realize,
You see me for once.
When the others are gone
When your first choices are out of reach
I am but second to nothing on your list.
Why must you care now?
When I wish to be invisible
Or something more simple
I wish to fly above all
Feel unstoppable, until my last breath.
In the cool wind of the mountains
Where I was born
Where I want to live again.
