The Little Girl in the corner
Rocking and singing to herself
Ripping the heads of her many dolls
Saving them on a shelf
Dolly’s, dolly’s so many dolly’s
Her only company is her headless “friends”
She can still hear their voices
Even though she burned them
Broken glass twinkles in the glare of the sun
But she sits in her dark corner
Waiting for the sun to set
So the world will be as dark as she is inside
Bloody claw wounds for show and tell
She announces her daddy hits her under the gaze of her peers
The teacher throws her in time-out for scaring them
She glares at her while ripping the head of a new doll
Fallen angel
Now a child of the darkness
The product of hate and loneliness combined
A smoldering cinder straight from hell
A girl who was angry
A girl who was sad
A little girl who was crazy
A little girl who was bad
Grabs her hair and hacks it off with a knife
She hates all of you and this life
Feel her cry then feel her die
Just a Little Girl in the corner