The Storyteller
Part Two
This time a man.
A preacher I believe,
Stopped along the path.
When he saw me
he couldn't breath.
So judgemental,
almost sinful.
I laugh to myself inside.
As he stares at me in disbelief,
I laugh so hard i begin to cry.
"You stupid gilr." he says.
"Your parents must be worried
go home
go to bed."
With inoccent glare
I look at the man and say,
"Why would you care
if I was sick in the head?"
I laugh and giggle,
he backs away.
My whispers continue
though nobodys here
to hear the tails
that I hold dear.
To bad for them.
Their loss, I guess
But I'll always be sitting here,
watching their mess
A preacher I believe,
Stopped along the path.
When he saw me
he couldn't breath.
So judgemental,
almost sinful.
I laugh to myself inside.
As he stares at me in disbelief,
I laugh so hard i begin to cry.
"You stupid gilr." he says.
"Your parents must be worried
go home
go to bed."
With inoccent glare
I look at the man and say,
"Why would you care
if I was sick in the head?"
I laugh and giggle,
he backs away.
My whispers continue
though nobodys here
to hear the tails
that I hold dear.
To bad for them.
Their loss, I guess
But I'll always be sitting here,
watching their mess