little girls with pink dresses
and their nice big bows.
so pretty,
so admirable,
so plastic.
if she weren't strange,
then maybe......
just maybe......
she wouldn’t feel so different,
she wouldn’t feel so bad.
she would be happy,
and she would be nice.
but its too late now
for the corruption has begun.
it slowly eats her from the inside
it slowly crawls through her bones.
it rapidly grabs the evil inside,
and doesn’t let it go.
it makes her belong there,
and it makes her forever stay.
crawling in darkness,
watching as she herself...
becomes the one to corrupt.