That Mad Girl
Her hair a mess,
Her eyes red,
Lovely laces and bows thrown down.
How did you know?
How would you have known?
When you fall, do you first trip?
Or do you just let the floor give way?
You sane girl,
You silly child,
Your dress is ripped,
Your makeup run,
How could you let such a felonious grasp abide you?
Crazy girl, insane girl,
Why do you cry?
Her mirror shattered,
Her heart reflected,
All old jollies now unconsidered.
She doesn’t know,
She never knew.
When you looked,
What or who did you see?
Why didn’t you leave?
You sane girl,
You silly child,
Your dress is dirty,
Your shoes with holes,
How could you let that fool let you run yourself in?
Crazy girl, insane girl,
Why don’t you cry?
Living liberties to give what others need,
Taking none but wanting attention,
That mad girl has destroyed her own protected self
That mad girl has let herself be wrenched
From those chains and tossed into the air, without wings,
Do give her wings, before you kill her like that,
You jerk!
You sane girl,
You silly child,
Your skin is scratched,
Your emotions are bruised,
Why did you go back?
Crazy girl, insane girl,
You let your beauty accept in all the wrong love.
YOU ARE READING
That Mad Girl
Poetrya poem i wrote about myself and in dedication to Emilie Autumn's 'Mad Girl' <3 plague rats unite <3 xoxo
