There once was a little girl, Who lived in a nice little house, With her loving, normal, little parents. But she just couldn't be the little girl they wanted her to be. So why did all the dolls end up with their heads twisted off? Why did all the pets die? She felt like there was something dark living inside of her, Making her do terrible things, ...and she couldn't stop it. Her parents stopped being so nice after a while. They tried to rip the evil from her, But that just made the darkness inside of her, bigger and stronger and angry. That dark thing took a deep breath, And blew those little parents right out of her life. The little girl looked just the same on the outside, But she wasn't the same anymore. Just let them try... Just let them try... To stop... me...
Reason for writing:
I'd like to hear what you think of this. I didn't write it, but once in a while when I'm in a bad mood, it kinda applies to me. I was just wondering if it was the same for other people, too.
Birth sign: Capricorn
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