[/I don't really know how this works, so I'll see how it goes . . . this is a random little poem about the weird stuff that happens in my head . . . Them . . . See that girl? Her smile is fake and her laugh is forced. Hate filled nights of restless sleep, filled with their voices. . . Those low voices, cursing her and feeding her lies, making her hate herself, she will forever be alone in insanity; for her, escape is never an option. People walk past, they will never know the truth, they will never know her torment. Yeah, so . . .