• Oh God.
    There she is.
    What is she saying?
    Her group laughs.
    Was that a finger point?
    Was it pointed to me?
    I want to crawl inside a hollow tree..
    Sink into the earth,
    Feel the mud around me.
    Why does she do this?
    Why me?
    Why now?
    Is my hair messed up?
    Do I look like a shrub?
    Why does she terrify me?
    This stupid little girl.
    I could take her!
    I could remake her!
    But would that stop the feeling of dispair?