• She’s staring.
    Staring at the only thing that makes her happy.
    It’s a beautiful day.
    Too bad she cannot go out.
    Then they go by.
    The smile suddenly turns to a frown.
    Pulling her happiness away from the danger.
    They block the sun you know.
    The thump of her heart makes it hard to hear.
    She turns and they’re gone.
    She hopes someone shot them.
    Got them good.
    But no, this never happened.
    Instead them come and stay for a while.
    Enough to remember where that weapon is at.
    When she isn’t eyeing them, she smiles.
    Watching her helper.
    Her only little helper.
    Her funniness makes a smile.
    But it’s shaven away by dark.
    When the moon comes about.
    There’s no telling what will happen.
    So she keeps her anger up.
    So when she get them,
    She get them good.
    Only having the moon as her light.
    She makes her way to the window.
    She’s waiting till she spots them.
    She’s only young.
    Yet she acts like she’s superman.
    Going for anything.
    Make any chances that would make things better.
    She still plays with toys.
    And she is a stalker at night.
    She wants to be a child.
    Not a watcher.
    But she needs to.
    Then she’ll feel safer.
    So will her family.
    She doesn’t know when they will come.
    So she’s on alert 24/7.
    With that invisible gun again.
    Ready for anything.
    Smack you even though it hurts.
    Snap your jaw apart.
    Even if she doesn’t have the strength to.
    She’ll have the strength to live, always.
    Promising never to overdose.
    Or inject death.
    Or slit ever again.
    Not even a smell.
    No thinking or suffocating again.
    No more trying to drown.
    She promised she won’t.
    She can’t end a life that has ended.
    She promised.
    They need her help.
    She’ll never leave them alone.
    Alone like she is.
    Sometimes her thoughts company her though.
    When she spot you again.
    She knows what you’re going to do.
    Sometimes a smile pops up.
    Due to knowing she is good at something.
    But when you do what was known.
    She is in anger.
    You smashed a hole in the panes.
    A hole to her life.
    But she doesn’t want you in her life.
    Smashing what’s in her way.
    Taking big steps to the crime scene.
    Not knowing if they are still there.
    Not even caring.
    With her fists ready to lunge out.
    No one is there.
    She knows who you are.
    Know you all.
    More than you’ll ever know yourselves.
    So watch where you step.
    I might be in your way.