The Wall Thorn

Look at her
Its a shame
She has nobody and tonight shes all alone
Again
It truly is a sight
Nobody sees her for what she really is
Her back against the wall
Theres no way that she could fall
Not here
Not now
Not tonight
Eventually someone will come along
"May I have this dance?" he'll coon all syrupy and sweet
He'll sweet talk her with buttery words of flattery
But will she dance
"Drop dead."
Thats it
Shes done
A walking tradgedy
She only knows her sorrows
And shes dressed in trimmed black lace
Her eyes are wide with revealation
She feels something great
The vengance
The chaos
The rage
Her lifes never been too great
Always one foot on the ground
Fighting for her sanity
Forrced to live for make believe
Doesnt want
Cant want
Wont have
Lifes been a pool of darkness
A punching bag for mother
A trophy for her dad
The one to blame for her brothers and sisters.
The wierdo for the rest
Just a friend for those respective
Yet tonight
She just might
Loose control
So her eyes scan the floor
As girls are taken swiftly by their prince
And her eyes lock on the ones
Who caused trauma to her soul and made her life hell
Then a grin, not a smile, spreads upon her face
She sees
The key
To the door
To the door holding relief and happiness
Just enough to wipe away her sorrows for a quick minute
So there she walks,nearly glides,
To her purse
To the bathroom
Out the door
Her master idea will surely make others shocked
And they'll gasp even more as she passes
So her eyes lock once more
On the ones to concieted for her
And she gets that look
With a grin
With a glint
With a shudder
I bet you shook
With a step
And again
A bit closer
Its begun
Time to dance