she looked out the window
but she’s scared of heights
she looked out the door
its too cold outside
she lives in fear
fairy tales seem realer
she thinks love’s a horror flick
crusading emotional thrillers
so she hates Michael Jackson
cuz she only see’s a wolf
inside she’s just a sheep
alone on her hoofs
she’s escaped by details
she thinks what she sees is the truth
but remember, she believes in fairy tales
so real, isn’t proof
she’s complicated
but she’s basic
her body sacred
so she saves it
she’s abrasive,
she’s evasive
people are too invasive
she hates her space invaded
mixed feelings with religion…
her worst fear, are critics
fitting clothes, but keep your distance
don’t cross her line of scrimmage
she likes attention, but with limits
touching, needs permission
because she freezes in an instant
her past, is never mentioned
more than just a witness, she’s a victim…
so she looks out the window
but she’s scared of heights
and she looks out the door
its still too cold outside
see, she lives in fear
fairy tales feel realer
she thinks love’s a horror flick
reoccurring nightmares of Thriller
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