nighttime in a ghost town,
me versus the people staring.
the old ferris wheels and cotton candy stands,
that i used to go to, abandoned-
something that we have in common.
daytime in the city,
muttering, whispering people that i don't recognize
they stare like i'll break at any second.
they looked with such pity that i hated.
and here's my truth.
write it on my grave, the girl who despised the limelight.
i would rather spend my days at nighttime in a ghost town.
-kat
