Sally

A little girl with a dark mind
A little girl no more than five
She’s more than just a little morbid
Her dolls bleed
And her bears kill

She lives in a world of madness
Oh she’s a creepy little girl
But a very sweet one
Her family fears her
As much as they love her

She scares the other children
She looks at them and run away they do
Her drawings do terrify
She sings songs of morbidity
Hurt others she though has not

Sally lives in a world her own
At night she cries
Longing for others understanding
The time of day no one will give
So alone she waits