December 1, 2008
By Tisha Henard, Lindsay, CA

One demented child thinks it all
No one understands her
What is he called?
What she thinks is murder and cruelty
To make someone suffer so easily
No pain for her
No sympathy for others
The only one she cares about is her mom, sister, and brothers
When she slowly cuts them open
The excitement it brings
To hear them suffer
To hear them scream
They ask for mercy as they cry
She hates it
So she cuts out their eyes
Then pulls out their teeth
As the slowly beg
Stabs them in the hand, head, and in the leg
She watches as their blood drips
To the floor
Was it reality
She isn't sure
She debates
But hopefully it al comes true
To those she hates.

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