Pull me out of the deep blue and into the white
I will kick and I will fight, but you have grabbed
me and pulled me out with your expectations 
of sanity and the need for a laugh, so I will 
grant you these wishes and say hello, but 
I have not been thinking as you do. 
I have been scribbling nasty messages
on my arm to not you, or anyone of purpose,
but to me; yes, to the one person that I hate. 
I have always hated her and presumably 
always will for reasons unexplained.
She will not ask for you sympathies 
directly, but she will make you
sympathize for her indirectly.
She will never ask you to 
help her because she is
one step ahead of you
manipulating your 
every move until
you ask yourself
why is that girl
so strange
so sad