She doesn't know what to think or how to for that matter
is this it or is it not?
the one thing she loves to hate
the one thing she hates to love.
She's stuck in a dilemma she doesn't want to climb out of
its beheading her senses
and storming past dreams
just the way she likes.
You'd think she's sane but for the evil in that smile
she's a manequin
waiting to come to life
of ridiculous calm.