Herself

Herself

One cool, cool October night there was a girl.
She was in her room thinking of her world, her life, herself.
She hated it all; to her it was a fake, the world, her life, herself.
What was the point of having a world, a life, a self?
If she hated it so.
So one day she had enough
And she ran, ran from her world, her life, herself.
All the girls at school telling her she can't.
All the boys said no
And her parents tell her to be someone else.
"I hate them all!" she yell as her ran into the woods
The next day they found her at the bottom of the mountain
In black, dead.
No one saw her world, her life, herself
Ever again.
Some said she fell, some say she was killed and some say
…Well you know!
But only she knows what happen on that cool, cool October night.

Talisha