Maybe it's because
She sees things no one else does,
Hears words no one else says.
The chilly winds that
Make people
Sink
Deeper
Into
Their huge coats and kaleidoscopic scarves.
The invisible strings that
Pulls
And
Tugs
The wagging tongues of men as they speak.
The winds are too harsh,
Too cold.
The tongues lash,
Things are so old.
Why do people hide in their coats
Because of the wind?
When tongues roll and wag,
Isn't it just the same?
Nothing but air circulation.
They ask, why?
Just go with the flow.
She's standing still.
Winds are stronger in her direction.
She has to start walking again.
"She sees things no one else does,
Hears words no one else says."
Why won't people see?
The things that drives her mad.
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