One In A Million

It is SHE who is her own worst enemy
It is SHE who calls to her monsters-dances with her demons...they are there for her when no one else dares
SHE is beautifully out of place-one has to believe that is just the way that SHE wants it...the way SHE intended it to be-like the moon rising full on a hot summer afternoon
HER reality is not wrong-just not the same as ours...
And it is not for the faint of heart
The meek, the mild, the weak
Don't make her scoff-but oh to hear the sound of her laughter?
Simply melodic, sexy, intising,-with just the right amount of(if you listen that is)
The right pitch of pure unadulterated evil!
BAHAHAHA!
The thought alone makes her giggle
For inside HER head? In HER world?
SHE'S a goddesss-perfection personified
Screw the mere mortals, the ordinary, "the basic people"- middle fingers to them all, SHE thinks to HERSELF....
As SHE puts another brick in her wall