I found her. I found her. I found her.
And I didn't like what I found.
She is evil. Twisted. Dark. Sinister. Sinisterly silent. Oh no. I don't like her one bit.
I think that's why I hid her. I didn't want people running away.
I hid her and put on this mask.
I did terrible things. Oh yes I remember. Oh yes I do. I think I'll do it again if I had to.
I think the genes came from my mom.
She's sinister.
Evil.
Twisted.
Hiding behind a motherly mask.
Maybe this is a mistake.
I'm going to hide her again.
Hide her deep, deep down.
Unfortunately, I might not be able to.
She might wear me out and have a chance to reveal herself.
This is bad.
1 comment:
my dear sister, could you mail me more about this? about what you are thinking? maybe i could help you in a way or another. why did you say that mum is sinister? write to my yahoo mail pls ^_^
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