Demonic Lulladies

Class Notes

CLASS NOTES -

Poetry, Modeling, & Photo Editing
© Sitarra "LullaDIEs" Sefton

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Sitting in class,

Notes are passed,

But none are for me.

Why can't I be,

The girl with the notes?

One girl giggles while looking my way,

I can image what the note did say,

"Look at her, she's so nerdy,

Not to mention dirty.

When she walks by, we should spit,

Then watch her throw a fit.

Its not like she has any feelings,

I hear with the Devil she has dealings."

They don't know my sorrow, turmoil, or fright.

They don't know what comes for me in the night.

To them, my pain I refuse to show.

I look at their clothes,

They look pretty in pink,

Mine are as black as ink.

They're so perfect,

I'm not worth it.

Their torture is mine to bare,

I earned this far and square.

These secrets I keep should be honestly told,

But I'm a coward, I'll guard my secrets 'til I'm old.

I'm truly ugly and dark,

My past has left it's mark.

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I found this hidden away in some old paperwork. As it is among my first poems I thought it best to start the "ascension to madness" with it.