miss-satan

The window had been left unwashed for weeks. Despite the grime that distorted the glass, I peered outside into the front lawn. Through the streaks I stared at the freshly fallen snow that frosted the ground. Only barely could I see brown grass through the contrast of bright white snow. The plum tree that once bore fresh fruit in the summer stood barren, seemingly wishing for time to rewind as I did. The lonely bench sat between two snow-covered bushes, and I considered stepping outside to sit, but the wind began to blow and I was reminded why I was still indoors. Maybe the cold air would have done me some good, but I was too afraid to go outs

The moment you enter Heads turn Eyes widen People stare You command the room Cameras flash in your direction They turn away from mine I do demand attention But I'm not worthy Not when you're around Does it hurt to look so good? I want to hope it does But I can't.