She wasn’t extraordinary.
she did things well,
but never much more than that.
she could smile,
but it wasn’t very pretty.
She could laugh,
but nothing was really all that funny.
she didn’t have a place,
left wandering from heart to broken heart.
She was left wondering, why it never stuck.
she made plans, she never kept.
and friends, that would always run.
see, there was something wrong with her.
rot had set in her brain.
Slowly driving her, bonkers.
so she showed her pearly white teeth,
through her pain.
Despite, the insects eating throughout her nerve endings.