Strange Girl (WIP)

They started calling her a spook, the strange girl
For the way she moves through this shallow world
Her nerves are stitched together with silk and dread
She talks to no one other than the voices in her head

She walks along the school hallways, hiding her face
A shy whisp who cringes from what classmates say
She waits for each day to hurry up and reach its end
For the window seat and books are her only friends

Once school draws to a close, its to sanctuary she goes
the taunts crowding her head like overly hostile ghosts
Then as her mascara bleeds and reality again recedes
she plunges into her daily escape of whimsical fantasy

Her shadow dances
in an elongated arabesque
Sometimes in a state of grace
in others in a state of distress

Then her silhouette ceases its motion
as the sun moves to placate the moon
A stardust Goddess in her imagination
But reality infringes far too soon

When morning comes, play takes its reluctant exit
and her wary body must walk the teenage gauntlet
Where the other kids sneer that she's completely crazy
because they don't try to comprehend who or why she is

At lunch her nose is habitually stuck in a book
in an attempt to ignore the incessant whispers
She tries not to care that they call her a spook
she just wants peace in her fairytale chapters

For when she is able to shut them out, its to Narnia she goes
so she can exist within a land where she has fantastical friends
Where the battles aren't fought alone, where love does grow
instead of feeling ridiculed whenever the meanness descends

Her imagination dances,
an ongoing means of delay
To achieve a degree of happiness
by coloring the bleakness staining her days